Jet: Hello everybody. I'm back to working. But before we get started let me just say that I own nothing, Jak and Daxter is owned by Naughty Dog and yeah now that that's out of the way. This one isn't going to be a chapter story, you can read it like one the story do link to each other but really this is going to be a group of short stories about how Jak, Keira and Daxter grew up, and each works as a standalone story

Daxter: …

Jet: Hi Daxter, what are you doing here?

Daxter: Oh nothing just wondering why it seems that in your stories. I'm a little down played. All your stories are about Jak or his family. What about me? I have a story too ya know.

Jet: Oh don't worry Dax this one's all about you.

Daxter: Really? Then let's read.

Jak: You don't want to do that Dax.

Penny: Reading time.

Story 1: Run Away

Time seemed to be moving very quickly for the sage as he watched Jak and Keira grow. It had been little more than two years since they left Haven city behind and neither Jak nor Keira could remember it. As far as they knew, Sandover had been where they had always lived. Both Jak and Keira had changed in looks, Jak no longer wore the cap that hid his blond hair, and instead of overalls he had beige color pants, he still didn't bother to wear shoes but that didn't really matter. He also wore a blue t-shirt that had tears and a white ring at the base of his sleeves. Keira didn't really look all that different; Samos still made her wear dresses all the time. But now her hair was longer so she wore it in pig tails, she also didn't wear shoes if she could help it.

The two of them were playing on the beach near the village. Jak and Keira had taught themselves how to swim and the two were splashing around in the water. Eventually the two small kids got tired and laid down on the sand, just taking in the sun's warmth. The only sound that was heard was the cries of the birds that flew over head and the sound of the ocean. The five year old boy and the four year old girl closed their eyes.

However, far away from Sandover, the village that sat on the opposite side of the forbidden jungle was not so peaceful. Big creatures, with purple fur and small yellow eyes, were attacking; these monsters were called Lurkers. Screams of terror filled the air, some huts were on fire and everywhere both elves and lurkers were being killed. In the midst of this another five year old boy with orange-yellow hair was hiding under his bed. The boy was crying as he heard the nightmare that was going on outside.

From under the bed the little boy could see a lurker walk into the hut. The boy pushed himself as far back under the bed as he could as the lurker got closer. It knew a little elf was hiding there; it was about to get him when the end of a spear found itself sticking out of the lurker's chest. The boy screamed as the lurker fell onto the floor, it's eyes were still open and they were looking at the boy. "Daxter!" A man called.

The little boy crawled out from under the bed and looked at the man that had saved him. This man looked a lot like Daxter. "Dad." Daxter said, hugging the man and crying. "Dad, I'm scared."

The man held his son, "I know, I know. It's all going to be okay." He said, his voice was very calm as he spoke.

Daxter looked up at him, "Where's mom?"

"She's waiting for us in the jungle." The man stood up and pulled his spear out of the dead lurker, "Come on Daxter, we have to go now." Daxter held his father's hand as they ran for the jungle.

"Dad, didn't you always say that we should never go in the jungle?" The young boy asked.

"Things are a little different now Daxter; it's safer in there then it is here." Daxter looked back at his village as they ran into the jungle.

They didn't slow down when they had gotten in; they just kept running as fast as they could until they found a very pretty woman. She had long red-orange hair and her skin was lightly kissed by the sun and her eyes sparkled like blue gem stones, this was Daxter's mother. She ran to her husband and son and hugged them both, "I was so worried." She looked at down at her son, "Daxter, are you hurt?"

"I'm okay mom." He said.

The man ruffled his son's hair, "Our brave little boy, hurt?" He laughed. "The lurkers weren't even able to touch him." Daxter smiled up at his father. The three heard a ruffling sound behind them. Daxter's father held his spear as Daxter and his mother hid behind him. "We need to get moving."

Daxter's mother picked up a bag that had food and other supplies that they were going to need. Daxter looked up at his father, "But dad, we just did all that running, I'm tired."

Daxter's father knelt down and put his hand on his son's shoulder, "I know you are, but we're just going a little bit farther and then we can rest, okay? You can make it Daxter; you're a tough little boy, right?"

"Yeah." Daxter said, confidently. His father smiled and stood back up and they began to walk, "Dad." Daxter said after a while, "where are we going?"

"There's another village near the temple on the other side of the jungle, it's safer there." He smiled at his son, "And I'm sure there will be other kids you can play with."

"I'd like that." Daxter said. Daxter had never had anyone his own age to play with; he had been the only child in his whole village.

Daxter's mother ran her hand through her son's hair, "It's going to be a wonderful place. I'm sure of it."

After a while the family stopped, "It's going to be dark soon." Daxter's father said, "We should make camp and get some rest. Sandover should be just another day's hike away."

Daxter looked at his father, "We're going to sleep out here?" He asked, it was clear from his voice that he was scared. "What if something gets us while we're sleeping?"

Daxter's father smiled, "I'll tell you what son; if anything does come, I'll protect you."

Daxter smiled at his father. "Daxter," his mother called, "come on, it's time for bed." Daxter laid down on the ground and used his mother's bag as a pillow. He yawned as she pulled a blanket over him. "Good night Daxter, I love you."

"I love you too, mom." Daxter yawned again and fell asleep as his mother kissed his head.

It wasn't long before Daxter was being shook awake, "Daxter, Daxter wake up!" His mother said.

"Mom, what is it?" He asked, rubbing his sleepy eyes. Then he heard the rustling of the trees and saw his father with the spear, ready for the attack.

"We have to move." His father said. "Quickly."

Daxter's mother grabbed her bag and her son's hand and the three of them ran. Daxter could hear the rustling getting louder and louder, "Dad, their getting closer!" Daxter said.

His father looked at him and he looked at his wife, "Keep going," he said, "Don't stop no matter what you hear, just keep running."

His wife looked at him, "NO! No, I know what you're thinking. Please don't."

"You'll be fine; the village isn't that far away, you and Daxter can make it. You have to… for me. Take care of him."

Tears came into her eyes; they both knew that this was good bye, "I love you." She said.

"I love you too."

Daxter looked at his father as he stopped and turned his back to them, "Dad!" Daxter called, looking back, "What are you doing, come on!" he yelled as his mother pulled him away. "DAD!"

His father looked back at him with a smile as tears started to fall down his face, "It will all be alright, Daxter." He called as they ran, "Everything's going to be okay, just listen to your mother. I love you son."

"Dad…" Daxter was starting to cry now. His mother picked him up so she could run faster as his father turned back and waited for his death to find him. They turned and Daxter never saw his father again. It wasn't long before the distant sound of a fight was heard. Daxter was telling his mother that they had to go back. But she just kept running, tears streaming down her face. And then a loud painful cry filled the air and then Daxter and his mother heard nothing… just nothing. Daxter looked at his mother, "Mom, we have to go back. Dad–"

"-Is gone Daxter." She said as she kept running, her voice sounded strong but the tears on her face made it clear that she was heartbroken.

"What?" The five year old asked, he didn't want to believe it, "No. We have to go back for him; he's got to be okay. He said everything would be okay!"

Daxter's mother hugged him tightly, "It will be okay, it will. He did this for us, for you. We have to keep going."

The sun was starting to rise now: they had to be getting close to the village. After a while they stopped to eat something. Daxter didn't say anything as he ate the bread that his mother handed him. She looked sadly at him, "Daxter," she said, he looked at her, "it will all be okay. Your father did what he did because he loved you."

"Then why did he stop? Why didn't he keep going with us?"

Daxter was crying again. His mother held him tight, "If he hadn't stopped to fight them, they would have gotten all of us. He died so we could live."

"But I didn't want him to go mom… I'm gonna miss him."

"I know," she said as she ran her hand through his hair, "I'm going to miss him to. But you know what?" She looked at him with a smile, "As long as we never forget him, he'll always be with us." She put her hand over her son's heart, "Right here." She wiped the tears from his face, "Now come on; smile for me, you know how much your father and I love your smile." Daxter looked at her and smiled weakly. "That's my boy." She hugged him again, "Don't ever lose your smile, okay?" The tears had returned to her eyes, "When you smile then your father and I smile too no matter where we are." She kissed his head and got up, "Come on, we should keep moving." Daxter held his mother's hand as they started to walk again.

They walked for a while and then Daxter saw a big metal something through the trees, "Mom, what is that?" He asked, pointing to it.

His mother looked and smiled, "That's the temple; we're almost there."

"How far away is it?" He asked, looking up at her.

"Not far, maybe just another hour away." She smiled at him, "We'll be there in no time."

"That's good because my feet hurt." Daxter said, sitting down and rubbing his foot a little.

His mother laughed, "My do too a little bit."

Daxter looked at his mother sadly, "Mom, do you think that dad was hurt too?"

His mother frowned a bit and sat next to him, "I know he's not in any pain now, and that's all that matters." She ran her hand through his hair, "Don't be so focused on bad or sad things Daxter. Always look to see the bright side in life… that's what your father always did." She smiled at her son as he hugged her. She hugged him back.

The sound of a snapping twig pulled the mother and son out of their happy little moment. Daxter's mother looked back the way they had just come. "Mom," Daxter said, "what is it?"

She looked around; she saw a ledge that had a small bush on it. She picked Daxter up and put him up on the ledge, "Daxter, hide in that bush." She had tears in her eyes again.

"Mom?"

"Don't come out until it's complexly quiet and then run as fast as you can for the temple. Don't stop until you find the village." she said as she handed him her bag.

"Mom, you'll meet me in the village right?" He asked.

They both could hear the rustling of leaves now. "Of course, I'll be with you Daxter. Your father and I both will be."

"Mom you have to hide, too." Daxter said as the rustling got louder.

"They would find us, they would find you." She touched his face, "You'll be alright. I love you Daxter. Now get in the bush." Daxter crawled into his hiding place and looked through the leaves as his mother walked away, she stopped and once she saw the lurkers she started to run leading them away from her son.

Daxter stayed quiet so the lurkers wouldn't find him. He heard his mother scream in pain off in the distance. Daxter didn't cry out for her, he just started to cry. The screams died away and the jungle was silent. Daxter climbed out from his hiding place and jumped down from the ledge. He started to run for the temple like his mother told him. He ran as fast as he could not daring to stop or look back he just kept running. He was almost there now and then something caught his eye, it looked like someone was lying on the ground. The person was covered in blood. Daxter knew who it was, and he ran over to the body. "Mom," He said. "Why are you laying on the ground?" He asked. The five year old grabbed her shoulder which had a great deal of skin missing, and what the young boy saw was something that no one should have to see. Her blood stained her clothes, and her head had a deep gash on it that was also spilling blood but the worse of it was not the claw marks to her chest, or even that her foot was missing. No, the worst thing that Daxter saw on his mother's mangled corpse was the large slash on her stomach. And when Daxter had rolled her onto her back, her organs had spilled out of her. Daxter was horrified by this sight; he looked back at his mother's face which was the only part of her that wasn't hurt; her face made her look like she was only sleeping. He shook her shoulder, "Mom! Mom!" Daxter was crying now and as he continued to shake her, her blood spilled on to him. "Mom, you got to wake up. This can't be real, please wake up! Mom! Please!" He knew that she wasn't going to get up. He stopped shaking her and cried; he had lost his father just a few hours ago and now he had lost his mother, he was all alone in the world now and he would always be alone because who would ever want him? In his old village none of the adults, aside from his parents, liked him very much; they said that he was too loud, too obnoxious and that he talked too much. And no one wanted a kid like that… he was alone now.

He looked down the road; he was almost to the temple. But was it really going to be worth it to go to this new village? Where was he going to live and who was going to take care of him? Daxter thought about just staying near his mother's corpse and just wait for the lurkers to come and find him. But then he thought about what his mother had said to him earlier, his father had chose to die so that Daxter could live and now his mother had done the same thing. She died so her son could live. If Daxter let himself die now then what his parents had done would be for nothing. The little boy stood up and looked at his mother's body. He was going to find away to live on his own, he had to for his parents. Daxter started to walk away from his mother's body but then he looked back at it just one more time and weakly smiled, "Don't worry mom, I'll be okay." He said, before running off for his new village.

Daxter: …

Jak: Told you, you didn't want to read this.

Daxter: … I can't believe you did this story.

Jet: What, it's a sad story but a good one. And it dose tell everyone why you don't seem to have any parent in the first game.

Daxter (Starting to cry): Shut up.

Jak: Welcome to my world Dax.

Penny: Next story is how Jak met Daxter.

Daxter: OH No! Not that one.

Jak: I remember that, that's one's going to be good. Jet when are you going to have it up?

Jet: It will be up in about two weeks, see everyone then.