The Fall
It was over. Ashelin watched as the Dark Maker ship exploded into a shower of fragments. For so long, Haven had suffered under the tyrannical rule of Praxis and Errol. Now that they were gone, it seemed that now there was a small glimmer of hope that Haven City could be set for a bright future, with her as the new Governess.
But where was Jak? Surely he'd made it out alive. Yes, he had to, he always found a way to come out on top, even in the direst of situations. Ashelin tried frantically to scan for any signs of Jak or his little orange sidekick through the large storm of dust, which the explosion had whipped up. No such luck though. She cursed inwardly. Feeling a hand on her shoulder, she turned around. There was Torn, giving her a consoling look in the eye.
"He'll make it", he reassured. "He always does."
Then as if on cue, he appeared, battered and bruised, hair tousled, ottsel on shoulder, but with a knowing smirk on his face. Errol was vanquished, and he knew it. Ashelin's mood visibly perked as she caught sight of him. Relief washed over her as she ran over, wrapping him in a tight embrace. Looking into each other's eyes, there was no need for words. They both knew that this day would be forever remembered, as the day that Haven City was given a second chance.