The Final Challenge

“I'm up for your challenge. You just name it, Great Giant Goddess of the Gauls,” Lara said defiantly.

“Bring me a suitable offering. An artifact of equal value to the one you tried to steal.”

“Alright. I’ll do it. I’ll take the diamond Rose of the French kings. A priceless gemstone, worth thousands or perhaps even more… It is held securely in the Louvre.”

With grim resignation, Lara began her jog of shame toward the world's most famous museum. Parisians and tourists alike watched her run across the City of Love.

“Tell me, how do you feel?” the Goddess asked impishly.

“I'm almost done. This is the most embarrassing moment of my life. But… I've got a good look at the beautiful architecture around here, though. I never realized that this city is so beautiful.”

“Huh, I guess there's a silver lining to everything. So, how do you plan to break into the Louvre in your birthday suit?”

“…Can I have my weapons?”

“Sure.” An arsenal appeared in the grass in front of Lara. She grabbed her crossbow and fired it at one of the windows of the Louvre. With a grappling hook, she enters the museum from the broken window.

“ You are kind of crazy.”

Lara doesn't care, she drops into the floor. The security guards spot her as well as the hordes of tourists, who immediately start taking photos of the naked thief.

“Oh my god. I hope none of those are going on Twitter. My parents follow me, and I wouldn’t want them to see this.”

“Aren't they dead???”

Lara darts across the room, jumps on the back of one of the tourists, and lands on top of the glass case the Rose is in. She opens it from the top and pulls out the Rose. An army of guards pours into the museum, too many for Lara to fight.

“Here's your gift, Great Goddess of the Gauls. Now take me home!”

“Sure.” In an instant, the guards disappear and are replaced by… is that a seat? And another person is sitting next to Lara and glaring daggers. Was she on a bus? No, that's the ocean… she was in a plane! The Goddess took her out of Paris, but this wasn't her home!

AND WHY WAS SHE STILL NAKED?!

“Hope you enjoy your flight to New York, with a connection to London, your home…..”

“This is so much worse than being naked in Paris! What am I going to do now if they throw me out in Manhattan?! I don't have clothes, papers, or anything!”

“I don't know, enjoy the trip? That sounds like not my problem. All I know is that now you know what happens when you mess with the Goddess of the Gauls!”