Jak X and the Lost Frontier never happened.
Sitting in my garage at midnight I take a deep breath before I put my tools away and walking out the door. Walking down the street alone, and emotionless.
My apartment is bare and lonely, not that it bothered me, and it might bother someone else but not me. Walking to my room I step into the shower and inhale as icy water hit me. I preferred to take cold bathes they made me relax. Shampooing my greenish bluish hair I sopped my body with and rinsed it all off. When I dried myself off I took out my black long sleeved shirt that exposed my stomach and green cargo pants. Slipping them on me brushed my hair and put on my leather fingerless gloves. Walking down the street I go into the worst part of town, where thugs would hangout and drug and crime lords lived. Looking down I could barley see my reflection in the cool and dark water. The latest gun module a SIG was attached to my hip.
Getting in an aircraft I leaned back in my seat and closed my eyes as I thought of my training and what had occurred in the past year to me, Keira Hagai, the girl with two lives.
(Flashback)
I was taken from my village at age five. I was able to walk like Jak and Daxter so I wondered off a lot when nobody paid attention to me. Jak, my best friend was a year older then me. Daxter was two years older then me. They could both run, but unlike them I started running at one year and one month after I was born, and I ran so much faster then them. I could talk straight and understood things. I had no idea the forgotten precursors had been watching me since the day I was born.
When they took me they brought me to a camp far in the jungle one night. That was the night I met him, Zak. I may have been yong but I understood everything. He had told me about me and about my mother and me. I didn't want to cooperate at first but when they told me about my mother I listened. She and several others are a powerful race of precursors. Forgotten precursors, they were real people precursors that walked among humans. These powerful precursors were deadly assassins and these killer assassins could live forever if not killed. Then the new ottsol precursor's came and took over with power no one had seen. My mother is Queen Sasha Hagai who was in a location unknown preparing and plotting for the battle in several years, and my father had no idea his wife was the ancient precursor queen. "You are Princess Keira Hagai a precursor and the rightful heir to the precursor throne. You will soon be a brave assassin, we will turn you into one at this camp, and your mother wishes it. Everyone knows you will grow up into her, the most powerful precursor assassin princess." Zak had told me. How? I had asked. He smiled and that night my training began.
At age six I was fighting in an arena and Zak was giving me private lessons. I kept this secret about the camp and only went off at night and when I had free time to myself. If what they had said about my mother was true I would make her proud. In my lessons the fist thing Zak taught me was to lie and act as if none of this ever happened.
"Who are you outside of this camp?" He would ask.
"I am a small smart girl that has never fought and loves mechanics. I am full of emotions, will never get into trouble, I am daddy's perfect little girl." I would recite and he would smile.
"When you lie Keira you will look someone in the eye, you must not hesitate, and must recall facts." He would tell me and I did.
After I learned to lie he taught me about the world and my enemies. The murderers and the new precursors. I already knew the new precursors but the murderers were something different. They are men who are trained to kill for pleasure and threaten our way of life. I was taught to fight, and if necessary to kill. I became the best at what I did. Zak taught me to always have control over my emotions and to never regret, ever. And when I killed my first murder at age six in the arena I felt no regret. These men are threatening our way of life, my way of life and it was according to Zak what my mother wanted.
When I was seven I was taught about firearms. Zak said the new precursors didn't plan to expose such things to the humans for several years. So I used a knife when I battled.
Zak had me training for years. He became very impressed when my skills became more powerful without his help. I learned to track, easier ways to kill, to hide among the shadows, and most of all to do what was necessary. He sent me out on missions to hunt and kill murderers, and sometimes dangerous animals.
The day before I tested the rift I went to Zak. "You will leave your home tomorrow Keira, be brave princess, have patience, remember your training, and the great precursor war will start when you are seventeen that will be the day you meet your mother. Jak will leave you and you will get your heart broken, but you must be in control. Good luck Princess Keira Hagai." He had said before I left, and that was the last time I ever saw the camp.
I opened my eyes and the aircraft stopped. Getting out I walked to the garage and hot wired a vehicle silently. As I raced across the desert I thought of how Prince Jak Mar had left me for Ashlein and had broke my heart two days ago when he kissed her. Zak was right I had gotten my heart broken but I had to remain in control of myself. I didn't want to admit it but that was hard. I had sunken deep into my second life as daddy's perfect little angle. I love mechanics but I miss the feel of training and the forest. Haven was very different from my village. It was dull and gray no green what so ever. As I began to shoot and kill murderers I felt better. I always felt better when these idiots were dead.
There was a camp of murderers I had learned about and I planned on destroying it. 'After all it was one of the reasons I was trained.' I thought as I hit the accelerator on the car. I wondered when the war was going to start and when I was going to meet my mother
Review please. Feel free to criticize I know this is very different from the normal Keira stories. The gang will be showing up in the next chapter.
