This is not goodbye
By Kuro Kin'youbi
Disclaimer: I do not own Naughty Dog. Or Jak and Daxter, Jak 2: Renegade, or Jak 3. End of story.
Jak opened his eyes, and gazed at his surroundings. He remembered what had happened. Damas... he had come to the rescue, just as they were about to get killed by Dark Satellites. They had broken through the ruins, but then a missile had upturned the Ram Rod. Jak knew he was ok, and Daxter wasn't complaining, but he couldn't see Damas anywhere. He got to his feet and walked around the side of the destroyed vehicle. He saw Damas, lying under the Ram Rod, trapped.
"Damas" Jak exclaimed.
He knelt down by him and Damas looked at him.
"Not bad driving... kid." He breathed.
Jak knelt down behind him and prropped him up gently.
"It was a good fight..." Damas continued. "And a good day to die."
He looked up at Jak, the usually tough warrior, who was sombre.
"I'm very proud to have been by your side, in the end."
Jak shook his head. He wasn't believing what he saw. Damas, dying?
"This world is not yet out of heroes." Damas said, looking down at his hand. The one that Jak didn't have in his.
"We did well together." Jak said, looking away and pointing at something. "Don't move, I'll..."
While Jak had been saying those words, Damas had been holding something in his hand. He placed his hand on Jak's arm.
"Please, promise me one thing. Promise me you'll find my son, Mar."
Jak looked down. He saw something glint in Damas' hand.
"You'll know him when you see this." He said, and placed a token in Jak's hand, one that he had one of, the very same, in his pocket. "He's... wearing an amulet just like it."
Jak opened his mouth in surprise. As he realised that the boy Damas was talking about... was actually him!
"A symbol of our lineage with the great House of Mar."
An image of Jak as his younger self cleared from his head, and he looked down.
"Save the people, Jak. They need you..."
And that was that. Just like that, he was gone. The warmth in Damas' body left, leaving him pale. Not moving. Jak shook his head, not believing.
"Father..." He muttered.
"Yes, you were that child."
Jak looked up, at the sound of another voice. The last person he wanted to see at this painful time - Veger. But, in a somewhat strange way, he had to thank Veger, for banishing him. If Jak hadn't been banished, he would never have met Damas. But, it was also Veger's fault for Damas' untimely death. He had been firing the missiles, Jak assumed.
"I took you from Damas, hoping to harness your Eco powers, for my experiments." Veger said. "Then, I lost you to the underground."
Jak's anger was growing fast. He didn't like being this angry, because this amount of anger usually resulted in...
"You seem upset." Veger said, sarcastically"Did I tell you too late"
Jak growled. Veger was not going to get off this lightly!
"You were the son of the great warrior Damas." Veger said, and added with a hint of sarcasm "Oh, and he never knew. How delightful."
Jak knew what would happen next. Dark Jak. The menacing pain took over, and he yelled "Aaaaah! VEGER"
Veger grinned, and indicated towards the subrails.
"Thank you for opening the door to the Precursors. Don't worry." He added. "I'll be back - to put you out of your misery."
He laughed, and ran over to the subrails, jumped on a transporter and drove off.
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