SPOILERS for Jak II and 3 ahead!
I really wanted to explore the short time little Jak spent in Haven with his father. This is a little snapshot I imaged from that time, and one that quite possibly could have affected Count Vulgar...ahem...Veger's attempt to capture Jak for light eco experiments later on.
I hope you all enjoy! :)
Disclaimer: I do not own Jak and Daxter.
Blue
Are we going the long way? Mar wondered, as he always did during walks like these with his father.
Little Mar looked up at Damas, and the man, sensing his young son's hopeful gaze on him, glanced back out of the corner of his eye with an amused smile. Yes, Mar, the expression said, and they turned, going towards the port.
Mar smiled back, then continued shuffling beside Damas, little fingers intertwined in his.
The port was one of Mar's favorite places to go. The dark, azure water always seemed to beckon him, the cool breeze brushing past his ear like an inviting whisper on the wind, and the marine scent lofting into his nose like the luring sidewalk aroma of a pastry shop.
On days like these, when the port was open, the ocean seemed to go on forever into the line of the horizon, and Mar wondered what he'd see if he sailed that far.
Something cool touched Mar's bare foot, pulling him out of his thoughts. It was the barred, metal grate to a blue eco vent. His pace slowed.
Blue eco suddenly twined up and around the young boy in little, lucid sparks, like dragonflies in the iridescent wake of the mid-day pond, and it left his skin with an electric blue glow, and his spirit with an audacious exhilaration that the calm, content boy within him knew not what to do with.
Mar turned his hands over in wonderment, alternately facing the backs and palms to himself, then looked up at Damas, all of his questions in his large, cerulean eyes.
Damas knelt down beside him. He smiled at him reassuringly, and held his own hand out for Mar to see. It was glowing the same blue as his own.
"We are both of the House of Mar," Damas explained as Mar curiously splayed his hand against his. "Our ancestors before us were able to do as we do now: channel eco."
Mar beamed. That was what this was? He felt the bubbling sensation inside him grow, an unbearable excitement and energy that made him feel he would burst if he didn't move.
He bounced on his heels. He tried to move forward, and his father, still holding his hand, stumbled behind him at the sudden movement.
Mar spun around, pulling on his father's hand with both of his. "Papa! Go!" he giggled. "Gooo!"
Damas chuckled, knowing the moment he let go, the boy would be off like a rock in a sling. "Very well," he said, putting a fist on his hip. "Can you keep up with me, Mar?"
The boy made a face, and for the first time Damas could remember, there was a glint of cockiness in his wise-beyond-his-years eyes.
"Ho, ho, ho!" Damas jested. "Then let's see!"
And without warning, Damas barreled down the port. He looked back over his shoulder, only to catch a little, blue blur as it shot past him like a Vulcan Fury's bullet.
Damas' grin broadened. His abilities already far surpass mine, he thought proudly.
When Mar reached the end of the port, Damas assumed he would stop and wait for him, but instead, Mar turned and ran past him again, back the way they had come.
Just as Damas was sure Mar had run out of eco, the boy jumped back into the vent and went again. But when he was almost beside him, Damas lunged out, and just barely caught him. He lifted the wiggly, giggling Mar into his arms.
Mar hugged Damas' neck. It appeared there was another reason the port was one of Mar's favorite places to visit.