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Keira sat on the edge of Haven Forest, letting her feet dangle in the air below her. Sitting with her chin resting on the palm of her hand, she watched as the sunset set a radiant glow over Haven City.
I wonder… She thought. I wonder if this is the same sun. The same sun I used to watch in Sandover.
She didn't know. Of course she didn't know, she had missed out on so many years. How many exactly? She thought, squinting as the sun blinded her emerald eyes. A couple hundred, at the least.
Keira still remembered that day. The day where her whole life had changed, unexpectedly. She was so unprepared… so unready for the unknown future ahead of her, filled with guns, machinery, vehicles, and war.
The day when she had fixed the precursor rift ring, the day when she, her father, Jak, and Daxter were thrown into a frightening future.
Keira crossed her arms over her chest protectively, shielding herself from the atmosphere. What had exactly happened in Sandover? How did this, she glanced at Haven City, come to be built?
"What moron decided to destroy my home?" She said aloud, covering her face in her hands, but tears didn't come. Instead she felt guilty - guilty that she couldn't protect Sandover, even though she knew it would've been impossible. But she was so curious as to what happened, and how the construction of Haven City began. She definitely knew one thing for sure - she wouldn't have allowed it.
Sure, she was into mechanics, that was definitely one of her hobbies. But she loved the quiet, peaceful scenery as well. Where she could work in peace - and not listen to buzzing vehicles, gunshots, and muffled screams. It had frightened her so much, first arriving in Haven City with the rift rider all scratched up beyond repair. And then the Crimson Guards had taken it away, Keira escaping just in time with Samos.
I wonder if I could create a substitute… Keira thought. A fake, but good enough to take us back to the village.