YAY! New AU story, I'll be working on this quite a lot!

Disclaimer: I own nothing apart from a copy of each of the games. Rated for violence, language and romantic/adult themes. Most (if not all) of the characters are ©Naughty Dog.

Prologue.

Kras City; a real rough place to live, not just because of the lack of security and a corrupt government. But the City was divided, the north side and the south side of Kras City were a world apart, two powerful crime families resided there, both armed with some of the deadliest weapons known to man. And that was putting it lightly.

There were a few ways to tell the two crime families apart, one was the colour of clothes they wore, most of the inhabitants from the North side dressed in reds, sometimes yellows, pinks and oranges, but more commonly the Northern elves dressed in reds. Whereas the elves from the South side of the city wore mostly blue, but also greens and purples.

Another way to tell them apart was by looking at the ears, (A.N: If you ever look at Jak or Edje's ears, the tips of their ears are pointier than others, in this fic there are gonna be more elves with pointy ears.) those from the Northern side had curved plain ears whereas those from the Southern side had tips on the ends of their ears, Northern inhabitants claimed that the pointier the ear, the more brash and arrogant you became, however if you were to ask someone who had grown up in the Southern area of the city, they would tell you that the pointier the ears, the more intelligent.

There were few other differences, no difference in beliefs – apart from the theories on the ears -, no difference in species, race or religion, no difference in language, they didn't look all that different either, apart from the ears and style of clothes, they were exactly the same, so that surely meant no reason for war, didn't it? Obviously not, because still they fought like enemies, people living in the between the two sides of the city were the most unfortunate, constant fights, fires were usually started due to the odd Molotov cocktail thrown in the fights, and sometimes even the Kras Guards would have to come with tear gas and make human barriers between the two rivalling crime families.

Each side was dominated by one person, Rayn – a young, very well spoken, conniving, daughter of one of the most well known gang lords the city had ever known - ruled the North side of Haven City after her Father, Krew, passed away, and Mizo – a ruthless tyrant, in around his mid thirties - ruled the South side.

But I don't want to bore you with the little details, this story is about two people in particular; Keira a young teenage girl, who'd grown up on the North side of Kras all of her life working on the battlefield trying to stay alive, and Jak a teenage boy not much older than Keira, who'd spent his life living in some of the roughest areas of South Kras City, until his ninth birthday when after a rather unfortunate run in with a wumpbee nest, he found himself working as one of Mizo's hired guns and also expert spies, not a nice job for someone who longed to get out of Kras city and settle down somewhere where life was much more simple. But his chances of leaving the city, were slim.

Yes I know, very short prologue, listen I hate writing them okay? The next chapter will be soooo much better, so you can review this one 'chapter' if you want but I'd wait for the next chapter if I were you.