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Prologue

I don't remember who I was. When I awoke in this cell I had no memory of myself. The cell was small dark and cold. There was no bed and only a bucket to use for the bathroom. Every now and then I would see a shadow or two pass my cell. However I was too afraid to see what exactly kept me imprisoned.

After two days did I find out who kept me here. There were three of them. One was big in red armor and helmet carrying a large weapon of sorts. The next was young but not too young he wore blue and yellow garb and had blazing red hair. The last was a huge bald man who I sensed was clearly the leader. They all had long pointed ears.

They spoke to me telling me to get up. I was too stunned and was too afraid to even move. The one in the red armor took a step toward me and BAM! Bolts of electricity buzzed through my veins and I cried out in pain. I slumped to the floor. I was paralyzed and drool began to leak from my mouth. It burned so much.

The red one put his weapon aside and grabbed my arms and started to drag me. The ground was cold steel outside my cell. As he dragged me none too gently I knew bruises would soon form. He finally picked me up and dropped me onto a metal chair. They strapped me down so I couldn't run. Not like I really could anyway. Then I heard them converse about what to do with me. The red one was sent away leaving the young one and his leader. The leader said I was a freak. Telling the younger one or as his leader called him Erol to look at my ears. The younger one agreed and stroked the side of my face. He went as far as to smile when I flinched. He told him I could be of use. That I was a lucky chance. He said I could be the key to the dark warrior program.

That's when the injections started. They called it dark eco. I didn't care I just wanted it all to stop. As a year passed I grew numb to it. Now whenever I passed out after it I was comforted by a voice. His promises of their blood. He said we would make him pay. I dreamed of making them scream.

It was any other ordinary day of torture when I heard them open the cell next to mine. Hear the whimpers of someone as they dragged their bodies' in. strange none has ever occupied the cell next to me, they preferred to keep me in solitude. The guards jeered as Errol was proclaiming happily to his leader Baron praxis of his new test subject.

I didn't know how to react. Should I have been happy that now I wasn't alone? Maybe I should be sad that another had to share the same pain as I now. His screams now resonated with mine after a while. I noticed that he seemed rather weak. Not that I wasn't just that he seemed to be taking it worse. I whistled out the little slot in my door. I rolled an apple to his cells slot a pale hand reached and took it. It was then I heard his voice "Thank you."

It became routine over the next two years. I would send him food and he would speak to me. Even though I never spoke back. His name was Jak. He fell from a portal to here. I started to consider maybe the same happened to me. He had come here with three others. Daxter, his best friend who turned into an ossotel after falling into dark eco. Samos a sage of green eco, and his daughter keira a young mechanic who I suspected was Jak's sweetheart.

He told me of his home and for a while I had started to envy him. He knew who he was, his past. Had friends. I had nothing. Not even a name. I was referred as a freak. My ears unlike theirs were short and rounded. I wonder if Jak could see them would he confide in me still.

Again I was waiting for Jak to be dragged back to his cell for my injection. However it wasn't a guard who opened my cell. It was a male. He had blonde with green roots gravity defying hair and goatee. He wore white pants, a blue tunic and red scarf. On his shoulder was and ossotel. It was Jak. My eyes widened and I waited for his reaction to me. He looked me over for a minute and finally stuck his hand out to me. I wanted to cry. I had never been accepted. Yet here he was saving me. I vowed I would always guard him. My very first friend.