Hey guys. New story. I don't own ANY of the Jak characters except Lucy :3

Barron Praxis and his second in command, Erol, were having a meeting with the leader of the Metal Heads. The vicious leader's head was shown on a holographic communicator in the middle of the throne room floor. Erol growled inaudibly at the Metal Head behind the Barron, obviously not liking what is being mentioned in the discussion.

"Deliver the eco as promised or the deal is off and your precious city will pay the price" and with that, the Metal Head leader ended the transmission and left the two at the palace in silence.

"He's toying with us! Let me and my troops lead an assault on the nest while there's still time. I can take him!" Erol broke the deafening silence.

"Patience, Commander. I have seen what comes of such foolish plans" the Barron raised his hand to his missing eye. "No, we will let them feed from our hands and then…" he turns from the glass window. "Move forward with the plan! I want that tomb found-"

Just then, a white light laminated the throne room, leaving no room for shadows to lurk. It twinkled and sparkled so bright, Barron and Erol had to quickly avert their eyes and look away. There was a loud thunder sound before something fell out of the white orb. A girl. She fell to the ground hard. Her back met the red floor with a loud thud. Gasping, she tried to fill her lungs back up after the air was knocked out of them. She winced as her back sent pulses of pain all over her body, aching everywhere. Attempting to stand, her legs gave out and she was now on her knees.

She was about 5ft 2" which was pretty short. Her hair was as white as the orb that was still casting its light. Bright red eyes allowed tears to cascade down her pale face from the pain she was in. She was dressing in bandages and nothing else but a necklace that graced her neck with its beauty. Her fingernails changed colour continuously as will as her toenails.

The light disappeared leaving a shocked Barron and Erol to slowly open their eyes. They couldn't believe what they saw on the ground in front of them. Erol approached the girl and hoisted her up roughly, causing her to grimace and gasp. The Barron frowned at her and eyed her cautiously. 'How did she get in here?' he thought.

"Who are you?" he asked.

She was in too much pain to reply. Erol shook her and growled at her "Have you no tongue? Speak to the Barron, girl!"

She whispered something they weren't able to hear. "Speak up!" Erol yelled.

"Lucy…" she spoke a little louder.

"How did you get in here?" the Barron asked patiently, seeing her obvious pain.

"Light… Window… Key" was all she could manage.

Barron Praxis sighed. "Erol, I give you duty to look after her. She may be of use to us" he looked at the commander. "Don't let any harm come to her.

"As you wish" he bowed.

…

Erol pushed her through the corridors and halls of the palace. He may have a duty to let no harm come to her but it didn't mean she had his respect. Once they got to his room, he shoved her in and closed the door behind him. She stared at him as he walked over to a cupboard and pulled out a double quilt and pillow. Erol threw them at her and then proceeded to his desk and sat down.

"Pick a place for you to sleep and then come over here" he said sternly.

Lucy looked at the quilt and stared at it for a few seconds and then an idea popped into her head. She laid out the quilt so it was flat and then folded it in half. Moving it next to Erol's bed, she put the pillow in between the folded quilt. She walked over to Erol's desk and tapped his shoulder.

"Right, you can make a delivery for me. Think you can handle that?" he asked and she straight away nodded. "Enthusiastic, aren't we? Take this package to the Krimson Guards. Just turn two lefts and a right and then you are there. Got it, girl?" he explained and she nodded again.

Lucy set off, remembering where she was supposed to go. Taking the last corner, she ran into one of the guards who stared at her, confused. Lucy shifted her eyes, thinking of how to approach the situation and she held out the package at arms length to the guard. The guard took it and nodded as a sign of thanks and then watched her run back.

She got back to the door of Erol's room and stopped right in front of it. Taking a deep breathe, she opened it slowly. Lucy saw Erol asleep at his desk. 'He must have been worked overtime' she thought. Smiling, she walked over to him. She tapped his shoulder but got no reaction. Shaking him didn't work either. So she did the only thing she could think of. She put an arm under his knees and one supporting his back and lifted him up in the bridal lift and carried him over to his bed. After making sure he was not going to fall off the bed, she tucked him in and then went to her own made up bed.

Little did she know, Erol awoke and stared at her sleeping form in shock. 'Why?' he thought before going back to sleep.

During the night, Lucy tossed and turned in her sleep. She panted as beads of sweat cascaded down her pale face. Her hands balled into fists so tight, her nails drew blood from her palms. Erol silently watched her, not being able to sleep. He grew curious as to what she was dreaming about. Lucy gasped as she clutched her side as if it was kicked.

::Lucy's dream. Lucy POV::

The lengthy flames snapped and crackled like angry creatures howling in the night. Fiery tongues licked the unsuspecting trees vigorously, engulfing them in their congregation. There was a metallic taste of blood, as if a strip of iron had been shoved down my throat. The dirt hid itself in my chipped, blood-crusted nails as my hands raked the earth. The unforgiving wind elatedly wrapped itself around my knees. It then ran for cover as the mighty roar of thunder cried out in anguish, like a lion who caught it's prey. Sand attacks my legs, clawing at my flesh in an attempt to climb up my aching body.

I fall to the ground on my hands and knees. My eyes strain to keep open as I stare at the dancing orange light, taunting me, daring me to move. I daren't move. I can't. My body cannot find strength to run, like I am chained to this exact spot. Wrenching painfully, my heart beats at a dramatic pace that I almost swore it was going to jump out of my chest. The throbbing pain in my brain became more rapid and I clutched my head, thinking it would in some way help.

Agonising screams reached my ears, tormenting my already scarred mind. I knew those screams. Their cries became the only thing I could hear. No longer could I hear the angry fire or that ghastly wind. Only my parents were heard. And I couldn't help them. I was helpless and no amount of reassurance could convince me they were going to make it. Tears form in the corners of my eyes. The mixture of tears and blood sting my crimson-red orbs.

The screams stop. Silence clouds my mind. I wept. I sobbed uncontrollably. All that I held dear had gone in a blink of an eye. Nothing was left for me. My family perished on my account and my punishment is to live in this world alone. No one to hold my hand or even tell me everything will be okay.

"Mother… Father… Forgive me…"

Darkness consumed my tired form, the will to go on has vacated my being and I now hope death to reach for me and take me back home. The black void came like an angel sent from the world above and I allowed it to take over. My tears have now became dry streaks on my cheeks. Eyes growing heavy, I close them. For the first time, I sleep. I finally can see for myself what it is like to dream of a better world. Away from my curse.

::End of dream. General POV::

Lucy's cries grew louder and louder. Her sobbed causing her chest to heave and her body to shake, from both fear and crying. She rolled onto her side facing Erol's bed and cried harder. Erol thought it was impossible for someone to cry so much. He panicked and didn't know what to do.

He climbed out of his bed and paced the room, thinking of a solution for his predicament. Erol growled and glared at Lucy. 'Stop making that awful noise' he thought.

Suddenly, Barron Praxis burst through Erol's door and looked from Erol to Lucy several times before finally asking "What have you done?" he asked, almost yelling.

"Nothing. She was having a dream and suddenly started crying. It was just sniffling but then it escalated. What are we to do?" he said in a frightened tone, panic taking it's toll on him.

"Wake her! Now! She needs to wake!" Barron ran over to the sobbing form and shook her lightly. "Lucy, Lucy wake up!"

"Let me try" Erol asked and the Barron stepped away from Erol to take over. Erol grabbed Lucy's shoulders and got her into a sitting position. "Lucy, you have to wake up. Lucy"

Lucy's cries lessoned but only slightly. She instinctively reached up to grab Erol's face between her hands. Erol winced as her nails dug into his cheeks, drawing a small amount of blood. He shook her a little more but to no avail. Barron paced the room as Erol did before and an idea popped into his head. The Barron ran out of the room only to return with a glass of water. He chucked it over Lucy's head.

Lucy's eyes snapped open and she gasped, wrapping her arms around Erol as if trying to hide herself. She sniffled a little before silence filled the room apart from Lucy's panting. Erol's eyes were as wide as saucers as Lucy hugged him, not wanting to let go. 'She… She isn't like the others' he thought.

To be continued…

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