Chapter 0: The Prologue
Music: I Miss You by Blink-182

"Hello there, the angel from my nightmare,
The shadow in the background of the morgue
The unsuspecting victim, of darkness in the valley,
We can live like Jack and Sally if you want."

Mood: Excited!
Disclaimer: Writers lie, just like your parents.

You may think bad of me for sitting back and watching the people I love take a rift rider to their doom. How can I just follow everyone I know and watch their life get ruined? I may seem heartless and cruel but there is an answer to that question: I don't have a choice. I have to let them go, and follow them through. The world depends on it.

I could stop them from activating the Rift Rider. Tell them what I know, but how do I know how that will affect the world? Will it make it better or worse? Will the Metal Heads still find a way through?

Do you see my predicament? Do I want to risk everyone dying a horrible death, or take them into a horrible life, where I know they will live?

I see Jak now; he's a carefree, innocent, young boy. But, because of me, in two years, he will be a horrible, spiteful, murderous man. Do you know the worst part? I'm going to love him anyway. I know the old him. I know how he's going to change, and I'll be hell bent on bringing him back to how he was, even if it's an attempt in vain.

Three months ago Jak and I had beaten Gol and Maia's robot. While doing this, I had taken White Eco into my body. It didn't change me physically, but it did emotionally. I had heard a man from the future talking in my head; he told me to let Jak and Kiera and Samos go through the Rift Rider, and to follow them.

Since then, all I've been able to think about is the future. What does it hold for me? Will I still be me? Will I still love Jak? Will he still love me?

So many questions, and none of them have an answer. They have been eating me from the inside out.

"I think I figured out most of this machine. It interacts somehow with that large Precursor Ring I hope we didn't break something bringing it over here," Keira said.

Ahh the Precursor Ring. That's how it all started…

'Holy Yakow! What could that be?' Samos exclaimed.

'Wow!' said Kiera, 'It's an ancient Precursor Door! It looks like it will only open if we fill all 100 holes with Power Cells!'

'Uhh, we're heroes remember?' Daxter said, 'We have a hundred Power Cells.'

'Do we really?' I asked.

And it turns out we did. Between Jak and I, we actually had 101 Power Cells.

The Power Cells flew out of the bags containing them, and went straight to the holes in the door.

As soon as the 101st Power Cell settled in the middle of the door, it opened.

'Wooooow!' Daxter exclaimed. 'Whaaat is it?'

'It's so beautiful…' Kiera said.

'By the Precursors . . .' Samos trailed off.

'Oh my . . . Whoa.' I said, at loss for words.

I felt Jak's awe projecting towards me.

There was white specks raining all around us, and inside the bright white light was … indescribable. You can see everything, yet nothing at all. I could tell exactly what was going to happen, yet I didn't have a clue. I could see my whole life panned out in front of me, yet I didn't know a thing that was going to happen.

It was amazing.

Back to the present, I heard Daxter say, 'Easy for you to say! We did all the heavy lifting!'

I laughed, "Daxter, Jak is the only one who lifted it. You just told everyone what to do.'

Daxter just glared at me. I sighed.

I had really made him mad… See, Jak and I had gotten in a sort of fight awhile back, and I was angry afterwards so I snapped at Daxter, and I was a bit harsh about it. I was so angry, though.

I was sitting on the beach, looking into the mirror Marr gave me, watching my family live out their ordinary lives like I had never been there. I had noticed that whenever they walked by my room, with the painted black door with the words Maddy graffitied on with green spray paint, they would stop for just a second, sadly look at it, and then keep going. Everyone did that.

I felt the tears slowly make their way down my face, dripping onto the sand below. Then his hand was on my shoulder. Jak's hand.

Any other time, this would have made me feel better, but right now, it didn't. I was just too saddened by watched my family that nothing could comfort me.

'Maddy…' I heard Jak in my head. That just reminded me of another frustration I had; Jak and I used to be able to talk to each other in our heads, but somehow the connection got lost, on my side only though. I could send him emotions and feel his, but I couldn't secretly talk to him anymore.

I just shook my head, signaling for him to not talk to me.

He reached for the mirror to try to take it away, but I snapped my hand out and caught it. I had only been here for four months, but my reflexes and fighting skills had vastly improved.

Jak gave it a gentle tug, and said, 'Maddy, it's just making you sad.'

"Go away." I said, out loud, of course. I knew I was going to feel really bad about this later, but I didn't care then.

'I'm not just going to leave you like this, Maddy.' Jak replied unwaveringly.

"Jak, please. I need some alone time."

'I know you need some alone time, but I'm not just going to sit by and let you hurt yourself over nothing.' He said. Then he tried a different tactic; changing the subject 'Where did you get that mirror anyway?'

"Someone gave it to me." I replied.

'Who?' He questioned.

"Someone." he couldn't seem to get it in his head that I really wanted to be left alone right now.

'Why are you watching it if it just hurts you?'

"Because, Jak, I want to go home. I want to see my friends. I want to paint. I want to stroke my animals. I want to just go home." I cried, tears falling down my face even harder now.

'Oh, Maddy. I know how that feels. I know what it is like to want something you know you can't have. Do you know how long I've wanted to be able to talk? Since I could understand that people can talk. I've always wondered what's wrong with me. Why can't I talk like everyone else? I've always wanted to be able to talk. I've always wanted something that I know is impossible. It's the same.'

And then I blew up, 'No, Jak, it's not the same. You weren't separated from people you love, forced away from everyone you grew up with. You didn't have to leave your whole life behind to live another one where every day you may die. You didn't have to leave everything you've ever owned just to be dumped into an alternate reality." I fumed. "It's not the same."

'It is, Maddy. Why can't you just accept what you have to live with? I did!' Jak yelled at me.

'Because I had a good life first, no matter how badly I was treated by my parents, I had a SAFE life. I knew I would be alive the next day. I knew I would get to go to school and see my friends!' I yelled back.

'You got forced here unwillingly, and I know that, but you don't have to be all whiny about it! How many times do you hear me complain about not being able to talk?'

'You can't talk!' I yelled back.

'But if I could, I wouldn't. You know that. You know me. I wouldn't do that.'

'But do I, Jak? Do I really know you? I don't know a single thing about your past, and you don't know mine. Hell, I don't even know your last name. Jak. I've known you for 3 months so far, and I don't know anything about you besides your name." The tears were streaming down my face even faster now.

'Marr. Jak Marr.' I heard quietly in my head.

'Whatever.'

With that I got up and walked away. I felt horrible about this; it was our first fight. Ever.

I walked towards the hut, planning on sulking in my room.

Then I heard Daxter talking to someone, or maybe just out loud, I didn't care. I just needed to let off some steam. 'I should have taken the White Eco. This fuzzy body is horrible.'

I walked in, still in a bad mood, and said, 'Wow, Daxter. So brave of you. You are wishing you had turned back into a human, causing the world to end, or better, turn into a world full of Dark Eco.' I said sarcastically before walking away. 'I thought better of you than that . . . I guess I was wrong.'

Walking down the hall to my room, I ran into Kiera. She said, 'You know, Maddy, that was really un-called for.'

I just pushed past her, not wanting to deal with Kiera's crap right now. She was still jealous of me being with Jak, and it was really bothersome.

Thinking of the devil and the devil shall appear... "Look, she doesn't even have the decency to listen when we're talking to her." Kiera said, bringing me back to reality.

"Sorry…" I shook my head to clear it. "What were you saying?"

She glared at me before turning to her father and saying, "If we're going to do it, we should do it today."

I was shocked. I didn't know we had such a limited amount of time. I glanced around and saw Jak looking at me with a worried look on his face. I shook my head, almost imperceptibly.

"Well," Came Samos's gruff voice, "if we're going to do it, let's do it now. Everything's there, everyone's here.

Ten minutes later we were all sitting in the Rift Rider, me clutching Jak's hand desperately. I was definitely second-guessing my choice to not tell them.

"Well, everyone. It's been fun." Was all Samos said before leaning over to press the big red button on the right arm of the Rider…

This was it… The big moment.

Samos's hand came down on the button, and . . . nothing happened. A faint click resonated in the silence around the five of us.

"Maybe a channeler needs to push it to get it working." Daxter said.

I was thinking the same thing, but my eyes were filled with unshed tears, and I don't think I'd be able to talk without them falling. I didn't want them to know, and I seriously had to fight myself to not tell them to stay and not press that button. I didn't even know if anyone would believe me, but I wasn't going to find out.

Jak looked at me, silently asking me if I wanted to be the one to do it, but I shook my head no, and he leaned over to press it, taking a deep breath before he pressed it.

And then I realized something; I didn't want them to die. I couldn't just let them. Screw what Marr said, I wasn't letting everyone I loved die a horrible death, or be changed forever. Altered to no return.

"NO!" I yelled, but no one heard me over the roar of the engine coming to life. Jak had already pressed the button. It was too late. I slumped down in defeat.

I jerked back up as a horrible crunching sound resonated through the air, and what I knew to be the Metal Head leader stuck its head out of the Rift, "Finally!" It yelled, in a voice that reverberated throughout my whole body, "The last Rift Gate has opened!" At that, Metal Heads started flooding into our world, and we were pulled into the Gate with a horrible lurch.

A/N Okay, so this is the prologue to my sequel story to Jak and Daxter: More Than One Legacy. It's based off Jak II the Renagade, so, on with the story!

xMonster