I don't own anything to do with the Jak series, and in this story I own only the plot and my own created characters.
Everyone was celebrating the victory. Fantastic, we've defeated the Dark Makers! Everyone kept looking at me, wondering why I wasn't the happiest man alive. Because I knew it wouldn't last. How could it? I'd just killed Gol and Maia and two months later I was in Haven, fighting Praxis, and Kor. And as soon as I'd done that, mere weeks after, I was kicked into the desert and left for dead. I would have preferred that. Because you all know what happened. Goddam Veger. And Errol. And the Dark Makers! I'm just fed up with it, and it won't be long before I'm fighting again, against some new creature that no one knew existed! Or some resurrected bad guy I've killed before. My whole life is just one cliché after another. I don't know what I'm…
"Jak, it is time!" Fate, the lead precursor ottsel said.
"Time for what?"
"It's like totally time for you to go into the past and do Mar's good work dude!" Destiny, the laid back, surfer like precursor explained.
"I have to go now?"
"Um…yeah," Moron, the third precursor told me, with his gift of words.
"You must go back, and carry out all of Mar's work, in order to keep the timeline stable. Otherwise, Haven will never be created and you will never be born, and the Metal Heads will rule all! You have to go now; it is your only opportunity before the gateway shuts. You will return here in seven years, after your duties are completed, and you will never have to save the world again," Fate declared.
"Why do I find that hard to believe?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well why would there be a fanfic about everyone living happily ever after?"
"…erm…yes…go now, Mar! Your city awaits!"
7 Years LaterThe gateway appeared, ready for me to walk through. As I stepped in, I was carried away, back home. I hadn't seen any of my friends for seven years! Not even Dax. God, I miss that guy. Annoying as he is, you couldn't ask for a better friend. But I'm gonna have to get used to being called Jak again. It's gonna be strange, seeing what's changed and what's stayed the same. I landed with a splash in the water at the docks, at the very south of Haven. But this water was strange. It was blue, but a glowing, light blue. Like…light eco. The dock waters had been turned into light eco. Not a bad thing, but why was it done? And where were all the boats and walkways across the water?
"There's someone in the holy pool!" A monk shouted. Suddenly, more monks than I'd ever seen surrounded him. All staring at me.
"Blasphemer!"
"Sinner!"
"Criminal!"
A barrage of insults was thrown at me, all because I was in the eco.
"Get out of the holy water you fool!" A familiar face shouted.
"Seem!"
"How do you know my name? And where did you come from?"
"It's me! Mar…I mean Jak!"
"Jak? Oh my goodness! Monks, it is the legend we have been waiting for. Jak is here!"
All of the monks went from outraged to awe as they looked at me, amazed. I swam to the edge, and followed them all to The Naughty Ottsel.
"A lot has changed Jak, including you. That sacred Precursor armour, your hair, the fabled Precursor sword!"
"I've changed? What the hell's happened to this place?"
"This place no longer belongs to that blasphemer. It is now our temple of worship, for the three last precursors. They are placed highly above everyone else. But you, Jak, you are our God. We have been waiting for this moment for years. We thought you'd come through the portal into here, but that went a little…wrong."
"Wait, blasphemer? You mean Daxter?"
"Please, do not speak his name!"
"But…I don't understand, what has he done?"
"He is now the sage of dark eco."