(Walk Away)
Prologue
"What could Onin want?"
"Beats me… Say when we get there… can I pummel Pecker to a pulp?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"Because."
"Geeze Jak, you're no fun anymore!"
Jak rolled his eyes. "Listen, we're only going to see what Onin wanted. ..I don't want to go either." The last time Onin wanted to see Jak was back when he was to open Mars tomb. That was about three years ago now.
"Hey Jak? Isn't that memorial service for your dad today?"
"…Yeah, it is."
"Shouldn't you be getting ready for it? I thought you had to have a speech."
"You KNOW how I am with those. Besides, this shouldn't take long."
It only took around ten minutes or so to get to Onin's Tent. Ever since the war, fewer people roamed about the streets, making it easier to get around for those who ventured out. Onin's Tent was only a mile or so from here, so it would only take a minute to actually arrive.
The tent itself was small, beige, and located in the shadiest of areas. Beatles crawled in and out on occasion, and there was always a strange glow about it. Some noise could be heard from inside, similar to the sound of a citar, but not quite.
As Jak and Daxter ventured inside, a soft greenish-blue light, the small of incense, and two quiet figures greeted them. All in the tent were soundless, but the sudden sound of an annoying little Monkaw rapidly broke the silence.
"Greeting Jak and Daxter. Onin says that she's tired of waiting for you two, she's decided not to tell you what she was GOING to tell you!"
Onin, a wrinkled old figure sat on the ground, scowling at the Monkaw. She waved her hands, and flicked her finger towards the flying menace. A light blue light flung forth, and struck him in the rear.
"Alright alright! Onin REALLY says, that she's happy to see you two. …But I'M not. I had to skip lunch because of you two!"
"Can it Pecker!"
"Shut your whiny little trap fuzz ball!"
"I know what YOU are, but what am I?"
"Why you!"
"Stop it you two!" Jak shouted. Daxter and Pecker stood face-to-face, more than ready to beat the pulp out of each other. "The LAST thing we need is two dead animals."
"HEY!"
"Agh… Onin, why did you need to see me?"
Onin smiled, and waved her hands in circular motions. Pecker translated.
"Onin says that its about your father."
"My father?"
"Yes."
Just then, there came a sudden flash of blue light that smothered the room. Images cast themselves upon the shine. They were blurred at first, but slowly came to focus. It was a photo… On the right, the face of Damas was seen. In the middle, a woman with only a smile was seen.; the rest of her face seemed emotionless. And there, in her arms, was a baby.
"…Is this?" Jak whispered softly. The photo somehow seemed familiar.
"Your family, yes." Pecker finished. "This photo was taken shortly after you were born."
The light flickered, and now there was a new image. It was a child, supposedly Damas, and he was in Haven Forest.
"This, is the story of your father Jak."