GAH: Here we go! I thought it would be cool to introduce my new story on the last day of school.
Via: -sigh- Okay, let's just get this over with.
GAH: As we have discovered, I don't own the Jak and Daxter franchise.
To put it simply, the Precursor robot wasn't fairing all that well, one or two good hits on it, and it would be down for the count. Unfortunately, the same could be said for the protagonists, an elf of about 15 years with blond and green bi-colored hair, and the fuzzy orange rodent on his shoulder.
Sure the fireballs were slow and easy to dodge, but that didn't mean all the attacks were as simple to deal with. There were crudely constructed bombs, and red eco land mines, but by far the worst were the creatures made entirely of dark eco. One punch from them would send anyone down. The elf, Jak had learned this the hard way, as he was finding it difficult to recover from the attack.
The wound distracted him for the briefest of moments, but the dark eco sages, Maia and Gol, didn't waste the opportunity The channeler forced himself up off of the ground, with what would have been a groan, had the elf possessed a voice. Then something completely unexpected happened, a white substance rained down in great blobs, each one landing with a splat.
A small glob, with less than a centimeter diameter, landed on Jak's arm, it glowed for a moment, then faded. The elf ran over to where Daxter had landed after the punch. He noted that the pain from all the hits he had attained had dulled until he couldn't feel it anymore. At the sight of the pale substance, Gol reacted in a way that made everyone sure about how to bring the robot down. "Light Eco!" The sage gasped.
"Light eco?" Daxter repeated unnecessarily. "That might be the stuff that can change me back!" The ottsel exclaimed, noticing the exasperated look Jak was giving him. "Or it could destroy the robot…." He added. Jak rolled his eyes. Meanwhile, Maia and Gol were panicking, they had deployed several of their bombs. Not that this discouraged Daxter from making a scene. "Save the world…Stay fuzzy…. Choices!" The ottsel exclaimed, the channeler next to him sighed noiselessly. "Okay FINE! We'll do it your way, but be quick. I might change my mind." He added.
In all truth, Jak had stopped listening at "Save the world, stay fuzzy", he didn't feel too guilty, the elf had long since discovered that it was nearly impossible to listen to everything Daxter said.
The channeler deftly seized a blob of light eco, the bombs were ticking down rapidly. It was strange, handling light eco. Everything seemed easier to accomplish, and the threat of the bombs wasn't troubling in the least. Even the task of admitting his feelings toward Keira to the she-elf seemed undaunting. But Jak refocused on the task at hand, the eco seemed to know what to do all on its own, it allowed the channeler to gather it as a projectile, the way one would use yellow eco.
Immediately after the energy hit the robot, the Precursorian artifact dissolved. This wouldn't have been the case had it not been tainted with dark eco. The dark sages tumbled from the robot, into the contents of the silo that they had been planning to unleash apon the world.
It seemed appropriate to rejoin the other sages and Keira, now that the threat was gone for (what they believed to be for) good. So, (still glowing) Jak stepped onto the platform that would take Daxter and him back to the empty silo, where the spectators stood in slight disbelief. While he waited, everything seemed eerily quiet, almost like the calm before a storm. But no one else seemed to notice this, so Jak dismissed it as an illusion due to fatigue. It seemed to take an eternity, (which in reality was only about 30 seconds) but the platform finally reached its destination.
The glow faded from the channeler's body as he stepped onto the silo. "Jak my boy, you did it!" Came the welcome voice of Samos, sage of green eco. But as the elf couldn't say anything, Samos had to settle for the exhausted smile he received in return.
"Whadda ya mean!" Daxter complained. Jak saw it as a minor miracle that the ottsel managed to stay quiet for so long. "I did all the hard work!" Said ottsel exclaimed, giving the channeler the chance to slip out of the spotlight.
Though, when he did, something the elf hadn't ever expected to happen ensued. Keira, the one person Jak loved with all his heart, kissed him. The channeler wished the happiness that one action had encouraged could have lasted a little longer. As the moment was quickly darkened by the rapid return of the pain from his wounds. The sheer force of it almost made the elf lose consciousness. Keira, sensing something was wrong, noticed the injuries for the first time. The she-elf looked back to Jak's face. He managed a reassuring smile, but as a fresh wave of pain racked his body, Keira had to help him stand, lest he fall and hurt himself further. Not that Keira minded in the least, but she was worried, what if he was hurt to badly for the green eco to affect him? What would she do without the channeler? In the back of her mind, the she-elf cursed her luck, she had just worked up the courage to tell Jak how she felt about him. "Daddy!" She cried out to her father.
Samos turned around to face his daughter, but his eyes widened in surprise as he took into account just how many injuries that Jak had sustained. What shocked the sage most though, was the fact that the elf had managed to emerge victorious from the battle in this condition. Light eco merely took the pain of one's wounds away, not heal said wounds. Keira's eyes were filled with tears, ready to run down her face. "Don't worry, we'll get him fixed up." The sage soothed. That was the last thing Jak heard before he finally lost his grip on consciousness.
GAH: Grr… Now I sound like Vecher. "Tainted with dark eco" blech. Oh well. I'll go take my anger out on Erol in that stupid race… I wanna get the life seed! –sigh- Well, I hope you enjoyed the prologue to my story, and if you take the time to read, won't you please review?