Ok so I know I'm nowhere near done with WRBC but this has been bugging me and I had to write it out. I hope this will get as many positive reviews as my other story. ^.^

Oh and I do not own anyone from the Jak and Daxter games, Naughty Dog does. Though I wish I did own them! Anyone you don't recognize is mine. So without further ado...


A young girl, no more than five years of age, is seen running through the bazaar. A shock of blue and silver hair streaks behind her, her blue eyes are wide with fear. Behind her, men dressed in red armor shove their way through the crowds, chasing after her. She may have been young, but the girl knew enough to be afraid of these men. She had seen them take her mother just weeks earlier and now they were back for her.

She could see her grandmother's tent in the distance. She was so close to safety when one of the men lunged at her, tackling her to the ground.

"Pick her up!" one of the men ordered. The girl sat on the ground, crying, as they waited for a Hellcat. People who walked by gave her a look of pity, but no one protested the arrest of the child. No one went against the Krimson Guard.

The Hellcat arrived and the young girl was taken straight to the palace. She was escorted to a great throne room, where a tall, sturdy built man stood with his back turned to them.

"We found the girl Baron Praxis."

The man slowly turned around. The girl shrunk back at his appearance. Half of his face was covered by a metal mask. He had a brown beard and mustache that was streaked with grey, and his brown eye showed no kindness.

"Good," the Baron replied. "Mina!" he called. A woman with blonde hair and hazel eyes rushed over. "Take the girl and clean her up. Then take her to the infirmary. I want her tested as soon as possible."

The woman nodded before scooping up the scared child and leaving the throne room.

Baron Praxis looked at the men around him. "None of this gets out," he told them. "I do not need the people of this city knowing that I have an illegitimate daughter. And don't tell my wife either; she's sick enough as it is." With that the Baron walked out of the room.

A few hours later the young girl sat on an examining table. Mina had bathed her and brought her some new clothes. They were currently waiting for the doctor. Mina looked over at the young child. "Do you have a name, small one?" she asked.

The girl nodded her head.

"Will you tell me it?"

The girl looked at Mina for a long time, studying her soft features and caring expression. Finally deciding that Mina was trustworthy, the girl answered. "Celta."

Just then the doctor walked in. He nodded a greeting to Mina before looking at his patient. He took out a swab and walked up to Celta. "Can you open your mouth, dear?" he asked. The girl stared at him and then at Mina, as if asking what to do.

"It's ok Celta. He's just going to swab your mouth," Mina said, reassuringly.

Reluctantly, Celta turned around and slowly opened her mouth. The doctor swabbed her mouth and then put the swap into a bag. "Here," he said, turning to one of the guards. "Take this to the lab; compare it with the Baron's DNA." He turned back to Celta.

"Thank you Celta. Mina is going to take you to another room now."

Celta nodded before taking Mina's hand and allowing her to lead her through the palace. "You must be tired dear," Mina said, taking Celta into her arms. Celta could only nod before falling into a slumber.

A few hours later the doctor walked into Baron Praxis's meeting room. The Baron was talking to his commander of the Krimson Guard. "Erol is a fine soldier," the commander said. "I'm thinking that I might request for him to be my successor when I retire."

The doctor cleared his throat, capturing the men's attention. "Excuse me Baron Praxis, Commander Parson, but the results from the girl are back."

"Well? What is it? Is she mine?" the Baron demanded.

The doctor hesitated for a moment. "Yes, she is."

"Dammit!" the Baron cried, pounding his fist on the table. He paced around the room, muttering to himself.

"What will you do with her?" Commander Parson asked.

Baron Praxis stopped for a moment, pondering the question.

Finally he answered, "We must keep her secret. She will stay in one of the guest rooms. Mina will take care of her. She is not allowed out of this palace. No one must know of her."

"What about your wife?" the Commander asked.

"She's getting weaker by the day. She will die soon," the Baron answered. "Keep the child as far away from her as possible. And do not let Ashelin know of her either."

Unbeknownst to him, the young girl was just behind the door, listening to the whole conversation, angry tears running down her face.


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