A/N: Hello hello everyone! In honor of my buying a PS2 and Jak II, I decided to begin a multi-chapter angst drama type fic. ^_^ Well, that and I was very bored in class. So even though I haven't finished it yet (can't… get… to top… of nest… *twitches*), we're going to pretend that I have. But I know what happens! No factual errors for me… theoretically. Yes indeed. I'll shut up now. This first chapter is short 'cause it's just the prologue. There shall be much more to come! *evil cackle*
Disclaimer: No, I don't own ND or SCEA or anything… but there was a really sexy poster of Jak with half his face normal and half his face Dark Jak and I was ready to rip it off the wall of the used game store I saw it in… *drools*
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This city has been saved through the blessed Precursors and their mysterious magic; slowly, piece by piece, we have been able to use the general concepts that governed their power to forge the shield walls that have saved us in our own fashion. The Hora-quan have been kept at bay by the power channeled from the one natural thing that remains abundant in this world- Dark Eco.
There have been many losses so the Hora-quan over time, losses that have added up to the near destruction of our kind. Blood stains our past, and, I fear, will determine out future. The people that have fled to this city believe it to be a haven compared to their sure death in the wilderness, and so has it been named. Abandoned long, long ago, the idea of retaking this city from the Hora-quan has been a bright star of hope in a sea of shadows, and now that it has been done, the last remnants of a slowly dying race flock here, forsaking what small security they had left wherever it was that they had managed to survive all these years to return to a city that had fallen before and shall perhaps fall another time. May all the power of the Precursors combined prevent such a thing from ever happening again.
But as I walk the streets of this city, as I look into the faces of the people, their eyes shining with love for me, love for what I have done for them, for what I have become to them, I find that I can do little more than keep my throat from clogging and bitter tears from running down my face. I find that my hope for this race is failing even as we gather together and draw a collective breath, convincing ourselves that we are safe now.
We are a people in decline, forced to abandon the world that has been ours for so long in a matter of years to live in a city of dust and shadows. Oh, it will fill, and grow, of that I do not doubt, for when I look into the eyes of the people I also see, buried deep within every living soul here, the firm determination to live on. That is why they are here. That is why they have come to me, brining tattered books, old toys, clothes, anything that reminds them of the lives that we used to live. So long as we are able to keep the shield walls up, so long as we are able to fight for our existence, this world, this race, will continue its battle to survive. Such is our nature. Such is our world.
But there can be no going back now. We have changed irrevocably. As the world changes, as the land moves and the plants die and everything is torn apart, we are forced to change. We have become something new, something strange, something that scares me more than a wall of all the strongest Hora-quan staring down at me ever could.
And so I put a smile on my face and act out the role that the people of this city have thrust upon me. No matter how I feel, the people must have something to believe in or they will fail. There always must be someone for them to look to; there must always be a person that sacrifices all that they are, forsakes all of their hopes and dreams and abandons all of their own desires. For when the world is cast into shadow, it fall upon the shoulders of one. One, to be the savior of all.
~Journals of Mar, Founder of Haven City
Three weeks, Two Days after the Retaking