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Prologue

The Day The World Died.

For every age there is a time of trial.

The rocks faced such a fire before they were the strength beneath our feet.

The plants braved vast winds before their roots could give us life.

As a sage of considerable years, I have known only one such great ordeal.

Yet the hero it created was a champion of all time.

The Day the World Died: Samos's PoV

"I have known Jak since he was a very small boy. I have watched him grow and develop into the epitome of innocence and honour. I have guided, melded, and taught him, to the best of my ability. To make him into the shinning light he is today."

"...Yet I cannot shake the feeling, that I am condemning him to a fate worse than death. That through My actions, or rather, my inactions, I am effectively destroying everything I have created."

"Such thoughts weigh heavily on the mind. I remember the years before I came here. I remember the sight of him. The cold unfeeling eyes, the sharp unyielding hatred, and uncontrollable fury that lurked beneath the surface, just waiting to get out."

"I know what I am condemning him to… and it's slowly…tearing me apart. The knowledge that, it is not me who will be able to fix it, and soothe away his anger, and make him realise that not everything is bad. But the youth who I have known instant dislike for, ever since I met him… does not make my soul feel any better… nor does it heal my tattered pride."

Chapter 1: Daxter's PoV

Hey, folks. Daxter's the name, Chicks th'game. Or it would be, if there were any chicks on this lonely place cept' Keira.

Now don' git me wrong, Keira ain't nuthin to sneer at. She's got one fine lookin ass, an a wiggle ta match. Bu' Keira's more of a big-sis ta me than a way ta get laid, ya hear? But man, talkin about a sweet ass…ahem… aaanyway, movin outta awkward-city pronto!

Now, as ya may be wunderin, who the hell am I? Well, I'm the most manly piece uv eyecandy in the whole of Sandover! Well…cept Jak. Now, before ya' pull the whole 'But he's a GUY' thing on me. Trust me, I know.

Seein', as how it's sumthin' I've bin tryin ta come to term's with for the last couple a' years. Don' git me wrong, Boob's and girls still git me goin. But Jak… he's a different kind a perty, ya dig what I'm sayin?

…I guess it started abou' 2 years ago. I was aroun' 13. Puberty started hittin me, and kinda badly. I kinda started ta notice things, things I probably shouldn'ta but couldn' help, ya know? Little things at first… like his hair. I loved runnin my hands through it, it was just so… soft. Ya know, it started off by accident. One day we were just sittin lazing next ta the river. Next minute I kinda reached for it, curious for some reason, ta know what it felt like.

Next thing I know, I'm runnin my hands through it. He..kinda jumped. But I jus told him to relax..and he did. One of the things I like about Jak, is how much he likes me.

Now, unlike what alotta people think, I'm not really all that dumb. I know what people think about me, and underneath all the bravado n machoness I put on.. I..I know I ain't all that great. If I'm really brutally honest with myself, I wonder why anyone would like me. I small, skinny, loud and annoying. I..I'm a coward at heart. It amazes me that Jak sticks by me…

For years, it had been a real close friendship tween me and him. And I can' speak for Jak.. but for me at least.. it's developed a little bit further than strong like. I..I think I love the guy.

He likes me for who I am, trusts me implicitly. There's nothing I can't do or say to him. And he can make you feel on top of the world with just a smile… I know it must sound kinda sappy and 'shudder' 'gooshy' But I really like the guy.

Anyway.. I sorta started strokin his hair, I couldn't get enough of the feel of it, the smell even. And he made ht most delightful little sounds. Low pleased little moans and groans. He was more relaxed than I've ever seen him in my life. The fact that it drew sounds from him was a plus. Cuz he's a mute. Weird sounds in his throat are all e' can manage. The fact that I could make him make those noises.. kinda gave me some sense of power. Not dominant, oh no. I don't think Jak would be into that sorta thing, even If I am.

'Sticks an stones may break my bones, but chains an whips excite me. So tie me up and throw me down and show me that you..well you get the picture.

After that, I did it as much as possible. I started ta notice things about him I never had before as well. Things like his scent, a rich deep earthy smell, kinda like cinnamon. I could not get enough of that aroma. And his body, for a fourteen year old he sure was built well. Perfect abs, hard chin, muscle all over, but not bulk, no. He was lean. So beautifully lean.

And his eyes…his eyes were like crystal. The purest blue I've ever slapped eyes on (if you'll excuse the pun) like a perfectly clear sky, only better. I love staring into them. They're like a mirror to his soul, and they say 'everything' his mouth can't.

His silence is different too. Silence is usually the one thing I can't stand. The one thing I abhor is boredom. And silence embodies that. Not his though, he listens to me, as I fill it. And he takes in what I say, silently laughs at my jokes. Always smiling at me. Making me feel wanted and alive like no-one else did.

I don't think he knows what I feel for him. And I don't know if I could ever tell him. If he reacted badly.. it would completely destroy me. I know that. He's the one thing that makes my life worth livin.

And one day while I was playin with his hair, he suddenly turned and grinned, kinda suspiciously. There was this, glint to his eyes. And as I opened my mouth to ask what he wanted, he tackled me.

Last thing I expected was to be on my back on the ground, then flipped onta ma stomach. I growled and made to stand up, then he straddled me. I froze. Didn't know WHAT the hell to expect. Then I felt his fingers. So gentle..sooo good. I'd been complainin of sore shoulders all day. And I don't know 'where' the heck he learnt it. But he was a damn good masseur.

I.. melted into that touch. He carefully rubbed and smoothed away the aches and pains. And I never felt better than that moment. He just felt soo good. And that there was where the trouble started.

I've always been horny by nature. Just a side effect of bein the Dax-man I'm sure. But just then it was damn uncomfortable and awkward, and I couldn't stop the.. squeak of surprise that left me. He paused, and next thing I know, I'm flipped round on ma back, and he's still on topp'a me. I felt my face flush the warmest red I ever felt at his curious face. The look that said "What's up?" without a word. I managed to squeak "Nuthin!"

Then I shoved him offa me and ran like the wind, screaming "TAG!" with all my breath to cover the situation. It worked. Thank the precursors it worked. I don't think I could take it if he'd felt.. my 'hard' little problem. Not little in that way, cuz I think I'm quite big thanks very much!

An that brings me here. Hopelessly fallin for him, but in no position to tell him. Oh, being two feet tall, Orange and fuzzy don help. Last year, Jak got it into his head to visit misty Island. Where I got knocked into a vat of Dark Eco. It's a miracle I managed to survive the stuff. But it transformed me into an Ottsel.

A sexy as all hell Ottsel. But still two feet tall, and A hell uv a lotta small. Kinda made entertaining the thought of a relationship with someone five times the size of me a little hard. Still, there are perks to bein small an fuzzy. I get ta ride on Jakky-boys shoulder-plate, which is a sweet deal. And, there's this spot, right on ma shoulder blades, that's as sweet as all hell when stroked. It's like liquid crack. I kinda fuzz out when Jak touches it… mmm.

Only thing is, I dunno how ta tell him…I'm scared he might reject me. But hey, time tells right? …I hope.

Jak was making heavy grunting noises. Hauling a large portion of a Precursorian Hover-Craft will do that to you. He had been hauling these large parts of metal through the forest to the Hut for at least two hours.

Sweating under the scorching tropical heat.

All the while listening to Daxter's rapid talking, as he just talked for the sake of it. That also meant listening to his buddy complain about the heat, while 'he' suffered for it.

"C'mon Jak! Get a move on! This is the last part, and the faster we can get outta the sun and sumthin ta drink!"

The Ottsel neglected to mention that he was sitting on Jak's shoulder doing nothing.

The tree-line suddenly stopped, opening onto a grassy partition between them and the small village they lived in. A small place called Sandover. Beautiful in every way. Quiet, out of the way and relaxing. And the place he'd spent the last 10 years of his life.

He sighed, breathing in the cooler sea air. If he'd known this was the last time he'd ever see Sandover in it's current Pristine state, he would have savoured it all the more.

"Today's the big day, Jak. I hope you are prepared, for whatever happens.

There goes old green and fugly, givin it the sagely crap

"I think I figured out most of this machine. It interacts somehow with

that large Precursor Ring. I just hope we didn't break anything moving it here

to the lab." Said Keira with a worried look, chewing a nail and holding a dirty oil stained rag in her hand."

And Keira givin it the Mecca-crap. Like we care, we just wanna see it work.

The comment comes easily for me.

"Easy for you to say! We did all the heavy lifting! Right Jak!"

I ignored his incredulous look, one which I read easily enough to mean.

"We? What do you mean 'WE'?"

Ooh.. one of the downsides of bein an Ottsel is the damn attraction to pretty things. I tried to touch the control panel. Only to get slapped back by ugly ass's big stick.

"Daxter! Don't touch anything! Though the Precursors vanished long ago,

the artifacts they left behind can still do great harm.!"

There he goes, always makin a mess of it. The big ass machine's just standin there beggin for attention. The big floaty ring across from it amplified that for frig sake! It looks really outta place though. All burnished metal on the wooden deckin in front of the Big-G's hut.

Keira saw fit to demonstrate her obsession for all things machine by defending the big metal hunk of crap.

"Or great good! If you figure out how to use them."

" I've had experience with such things. I know you can make it work."

And sagely again showed his general dislike for all things for drowning the mood. But.. Now I'm not normally all that observant. I can spot opportunity's for jokes miles away but details escape me most of tha time. But that time.. I dunno exactly what it was.. it was, like, a hint of somethin in his voice, as if he wasn't lettin on sumthin he knew. It.. kinda freaked me out a bit.

So we all piled into the contraption from hell. Now that I think back, it's deliciously Ironic. We eagerly got into it. We actually willingly sealed our own fates by getting in. Jak reached forward for the large red gem in the panel in front of us. It's colour gave me the heebie-jeebies. It was pure crimson.. like blood. The precursorian around it's edges was blurry, and rusty though I was at the language. I managed to make out the writing.

'The Heart Of Mar. All who gaze upon a heart of gold, know and cherish tales of old, for sooner than you might dare to think, the gold and brightness may start to sink. The only thing which can save a descent into darkness, is an anchor of opposing light. Mar.'

Needless to say I was kinda freaked. And exulted, it's not everyday after all, that anyone comes across something made by Mar himself is it?

Then Jak touched it, and it sunk, and glowed an eerie colour. The control panel slid down and snapped open. A spherical device rose up, rings around it turnin lazily like a gyro-sumthin or other, Keira had one somewhere. The runes on it started organising themselves as I started talkin.

"Looks like Jak's still got the Mo-Jo Baby! Gimme Five."

Jak grinned at me and gave me the expected five, when Keira broke in.

"Interesting... it appears to be reading out some preset coordinates"

The ring started to spin, and suddenly there was a vortex sucking away at the bridge, tearing the wooden planks away, as a purple light that reminded me of dark eco poured from the tunnel now visible down the ring.

I predictably said sumthin stupid along the line of " Wow, look at that."

Before promptly wetting myself as a voice of menace roared out of the tunnel, and things started flying outta it.

"Finally! The last rift gate has been opened!

Clog-brain whispered somethin behind me I vaguely remember as "Ahh..so this is how it happened.."

Then that Hell-Voice again.

"You cannot hide from me BOY! "

Me? I panicked. I started pushin everything I could get my hands on. Gibbering the whole time.

What's this do? Or that! How 'bout this one! Everybody!, Press all the buttons!"

Pretty soon I regretted that, especially when the Precursor Rift-Rider started speedin down that tunnel like a bat outta hell!

"What was that thing?!"

"Hang on everyone!"

"YYAAAAAAHHHHHH! I want off this thing!!!!!"

Yeah.. like I said..kinda cowardly. Then the machine we were riding decided to itself, "Fuck his shit, I didn't sign up for no Fuck-arsing around in maniac time-tunnels! Fuck you guys! I'm goin home!"

Then it blew up, with us on it. I got separated from Jak. Watched Keira go one way, Green-roots another and Jak, away from me. Then I exited, around ten metres off the ground. Didn't take long to hit it. Last words I heard runnin through My head before I collapsed in pain.

"AAAAAHHHHH!!"

" Find yourself, Jak!"

I was holding a bronze-coloured pipe in my hands, all that remained of the machine. A vehement rage filled me and I flung it at the floor as hard as I could.

"Okay, I swear that's the last time I ever, EVER, touch any stupid

Precursor crap!"

The metallic clang surprising me. I noticed the complete over-use of metal, glancing around at the new surroundings, I noticed Jak. I ran over, worry flooding my veins with ice. Then he groaned and rolled over, drowning me in relief. Choking on the acrid stench of the place, I rushed to make sure he was alright.

"Are ya okay buddy? Jak?"

He nodded, clutching his head. I breathed a sigh of relief. Then my ears perked up at something coming from a group of guys in red armour.

"This is Red-Phoenix requesting permission to detain subject. Subject is dressed in blue cotton and is carrying no weaponry. Sending you the feed. He's violating the peace law, holding traffic. Detain? Over Blue-4."

"Roger that Red-Phoenix but no-go. Praxis wants this one for Erol. Orders are not to injure but to detain subject and transport to the Alpha-ORION research centre immediately. Over "

The major shuddered as this one was sentenced to hell-on-earth.

"Roger that Blue-4, Detain and transport. Proceeding with operation. Over."

That was what Daxter heard as he looked at the men in fear. Jak suddenly came to awareness and stood up. Remembering what had happened he leaped to his feet. Facing 6 men in confusion. They were dressed in a red-metal armour and the middle one had a strange black helmet, which encompassed his head. Instead of eyes there were several glass lenses of varying sizes and colours but all had one thing in common, they were all trained on him.

"You heard command! Detain the subject."

"Run Jak!" I proceeded to do just that, but the loud crackling sound followed by a thud told me Jak had fallen. Fear gnawed at me, and I ran. Then I stopped. Fear clawed at my stomach, and my conscience beat the shit outta me. Courage I didn't know I had filled me, and I turned, sprinting on all fours to them. I jumped, scratching at the bastard's face-plate.

For all the good it did me.

I felt a solid smack to my body, the brief sense of flying through the air, before I hit a stone wall and slid to the floor with a thump.

The last thing I heard, before I lost consciousness was a sharp chuckle, and the sound of booted feet stomping away. With a groan I saw black fill my eyes. Then I knew no more.

When I did wake up, it was shivering. Damn was this place cold! Especially after the tropical waves of heat that were common in Sandover. The metal everywhere didn't help.

I got to my feet, groaning at the pain in my head. When the dizziness faded and the sharp pain in my head subsided. I started to look around. I couldn't see Jak. They'd taken him and I Couldn't do a thing about it, guilt started to chew on me without give.

I don't know how long I wandered around in the dark, shouting his name. Earning strange glances from the few homeless people wandering the streets. A talking Ottsel isn't exactly common is it?

I narrowly avoided death. In my tiredness I didn't notice the Alley-cat until it was right beside me. I didn't notice it until the hiss emanated in the dark, and blinding pain blossomed in my sight. Instinct kicked in and I bolted. Faster than any cat could hope to match. I climbed the nearest drain spout and huddled under an overhand, near a grate in the wall. Glorious heat poured from the vent, probably some heating component expelling its exhaust. As long as I didn't breathe it in I would be safe and warm.

I lay there curled around myself, breathing harshly as pain and adrenaline fought for control of my nervous system. Before falling into an uneasy sleep in the open, unprotected, lonely and threatened by cold.

It was to be the first of many similar nights.