You look around and find yourself in a very dark place, when suddenly, out of the swirling mists steps a colossal
silhouetted shadow against the lighter colored mists. Stepping further into the light you see it's a huge blood red dragon with silver wings and a sleek streamline body. His graceful muzzle, elegant in the dim light, the numerous battle scars criss-cross his wizened face as his fire-green eyes blaze below his semi shattered copper horns. He bows his graceful head to you, a strange gesture to a stranger in his lair, but the sinuous flow of his neck echoes the gesture. Out of the dark steps another figure. You squint as you try to see more clearly. Suddenly the second figure trips and falls to the ground with a loud cry."WHO IN THE GOD FORSAKEN HELLS PUT THIS HERE?!?!?!" Stifling a draconic chuckle, the beast before you lights a pile of branches on the floor, and the sudden burst of light blinds you. After recovering, you see clearly the dragon and the newcomer before you, who've settled onto the chamber floor . Before you sits a young woman of sixteen with jade green eyes and chestnut colored hair dangling in lose strands about the shoulders of her plain buckskinned colored robe.
"Sit." she commands quiet authority in the now calm voice that you recognize from the raging one of before. "Welcome to my dear Angel-slayers' lair." she says patting the great red dragon on his enormous blood red shoulder. You obey and sit upon an ancient stone slab roughly hewn to fit a fortress support beam of long past, its ancient glyphs hardly visible now, but still shows its splendor in its size.
"You have come for a tale, yes? By the by, I am called Jade Rowwood of the Long Road, you have already met Angel-slayer, he is my stead fast companion on my faring dream journeys, to places and peoples I could only wish to create, but alas, their gods are others."
"Get to the story already!" Angel-slayer bellows above Jade's head.
"Fine! I was just trying to impress our visitor! You ruin all my fun!" she sobs fakeley. "I will tell the tale of the warriors two, Jak and Daxter."
In a land afar, but near to the very one they grew up in, Jak and Daxter struggled to survive. The place of twisted metal and imprisonment where Jak had realized his dark potential. Opening his eyes, he was greeted by the walls of a prison and his dear friend Daxter. But I'm going to skip that now and dive to the heart of the matter. Jak's untold confrontation with the lunatic racer called Erol.