Corad: Hey Guys, long time no see. I'm finally putting up this sequel, which is about time. Sorry for the extremely long wait. There are many reasons linked to why I'm only just uploading this now, but I won't go into it. Instead, I'll get moving lol. This is an important note to anyone who is reading this (And to those who are reading this, I thank you for your time. I appreciate it) this story is a sequel to my other fic "Cry of the Wolf". So, to be able to understand what is going on in here, I strongly suggest you read Cry of the Wolf first. However, the first few chapters of that fic are quite embarrassing really, and I had a chronic obsession with using the term "Spat". Heh, so um, just be aware that the start is horrible lol. Hopefully I've improved since then. Carrying on shall we. This new story will be set outside of Haven city, so I will be creating new places (such as cities, forests etc). I'm not too sure ahout the places outside of Haven, Spargus and Kras city, so please have an open mind when I write about somewhere new ok. I think that's it for now...so here's the prologue. Please enjoy everyone :)

Title: A Shadowed Journey
Rating: T
Warnings: Spoilers for both the Jak series and Cry of the Wolf. Will contain violence, possible explicit language and the use of alcohol later on. Will also have two new OCs, so if you dislike OCs, just be forewarned ok.
Genre: Action/Adventure/Suspense

PROLOGUE

I stand here today, neither as a man nor a hero, but as an outsider. I am an embodiment of pure bloodlust and violence, seeking the power of the weak and strong alike. I am immortal…or what I would like to believe. I am what others call a "Wolf". I am wolfish. I share the same loathing of death and blood as the average canine out in the wasteland. I seek death in any place I can. I crave it. But what sets me apart from my fellow cousins is my other half. Not only am I wolfish, but I share this body with an Elf. An elf by the name of Jak. Once a pure being, so innocent and young…now a destructive killing machine. He doesn't know the true meaning of suffering. He doesn't know the true meaning of darkness ruling over light. But I do. I am his wolfish side, now and forever to be. I often watch in the back of his mind as the foe around fall. Their screams give me an odd satisfaction, but it is not enough. I need more than what he's offering. I must feel my fangs sink deep into unguarded flesh. I need the sensation of the warm blood trickling down my throat and drenching my chest. I need it all.

Jak could never begin to imagine the feeling of lusting after such a pure, sweet substance. The elf boy was never such a fan of the coppery wonder of fresh blood. I could sense it, and I still can. But will I ever have the chance to hunt on my own again? He's locked me inside his mind, taken over the reigns and driven me to insanity. His darker half is always bickering with him, shouting out in a tormented manner that he would like to come out and have a frolic in a massacre. But Jak always denies him, thus the Dark side slips back into the shadows, succumbed. And there's his light half. Such a sweet, chaste entity. How does that being do it I wonder? How can one be so calming and gracious, yet so powerful? It's a mystery even I would like to solve. I've seen the work that Light side can do. Heal and resurrect. Guard and protect. He's like an angel, with the wings and all. But I have wings too. Does that make me an angel? Unlikely…I am a demon…a demon being weary of being shackled to the wall in this darkness. I am a free spirit locked inside a steel cage. To wander the night desert I crave almost everyday day. As the sun sets over the city, my instincts roar in anguish to know I cannot be free. I will never be free. A prisoner in my own body I shall always be, thanks to Jak.

So how long has it been exactly? Too long I say. I am becoming restless. My cousins and brethren in the wasteland are liberated, so why can't I be too? Does Jak hate me this much to keep me in binds? If so, I can see his reasons. I am not entirely the best of wolves to befriend. Refusing to cooperate and shoving him aside when the boy morphed gave me an opportunity to make his life living hell. His terrified screams shook me in pleasure, I remember, after leaping into his Jinx friend. I could have had that man's throat, if it wasn't for that pest Sky. My revenge on her isn't exactly fulfilled you could say. Not only is she on my target list, but so is that Torn fellow. He kept me chained up and subdued me into a sense of serenity. I don't need serenity or peace. I need death and suffering, and freedom. But how am I supposed to gain that. I don't even know who I am. My birth was not of natural means. I have no mother, nor father. I have only a creator and bad luck. I am Jak's alter ego…I am born from his mind, the toxins a wolf passes to his prey before he slays. I am a mistake. A mistake to wander around in darkness for eternity, figuring out the point to his life! I don't know who I am! Is it a coincidence that I exist? Should I really be alive today, or did fate choose this path for me? The path I must forever wander inside Jak's mind a lost soul. Who am I exactly…I must find out the truth of my existence…the reasons of my birth...or it will continue to haunt me.


Corad: I hope that was a reasonable prologue. I'm making the chapters longer this time right from the start, so they won't be the piddly little things I used to write lol. Anyhow, I hope you enjoyed this, and maybe I'll see you in the next chapter? Thanks for reading :)