Here's a new story for me. It's centered around my OC Dr. Lucie Grzyvinski from my other story "The Promise of Living"

A friend of mine asked to use Lucie in one of her stories and she asked for a physical description. Well I gave her that and a little background information I made up on the spot. Because she obviously wasn't born head of the hospital and it's a long road to get there. So I decided I would take those ideas and make them into a full fledged story. This story os based off of Lucie's life so it will skip ahead in years a few times, I'll say when it happens so you know and you're not like "What? A 5 year old is doing this???" This story takes place pre-Jak 2 About 40-50 years before Jak 2 (I haven't havent done the exact math)

Lucie's Sister, Zoe, is two years older than her. Their mother, Cera, and their father, Zander, married eachother when they were young. And that's all I'll tell you now. I hope you guys like this. This intro chapter is really short, but it's just an intro. Please Read and Review and tell me what you think of this. I'll try and get the next chapter up shortly, but you never know with me. Enjoy

-The Beckster

"Hey Lucie! Come here and look at this!"

"What is it? What is it?" Lucie ran over to the window and pressed her nose against it. "What's going on, Zoe?"

"I dunno … but there's a bunch of people walking around outside ... HEY MOM?"

"What is it Zoe?" Cera Beyer came into the room holding a basket piled high with laundry. She was in her mid twenties but she looked years older. Her dull flat brown hair hung pin straight around her face. Her bright blue eyes were defaced by heavy, dark bags. Her face had some premature wrinkles, but her voice was kind and her smile even kinder.

"Mommy? What're all those people doing outside? And in the rain? They're not supposed to play in the rain. We aren't." Lucie said. "Is it a parade?"

"Silly, they don't have parades when it rains" Zoe told her sister in a know-it-all voice.

Their mother looked out of the window "It's not a parade Lucie, and they're not playing either. It's a funeral procession. That's why everyone is dressed in black."

"Oooooh …" Lucie said "Hey mommy, what's a funeral?"

"A funeral is like a party for when someone died. Except it's not like a party, everyone is sad and there's no laughing allowed. If you laugh at a funeral the Precursors will punish you." Zoe replied quickly.

"It's not like the, Zoe. Lucie when someone dies their friends and family hold a funeral to mourn their death. It's their last chance to say good-bye to someone they love. Do you understand?"

"I guess so. But mommy, who died?"

"They're mourning the death of the king of Haven, sweetie. He had a heart attack in his sleep. See look." She pointed to a large group of people walking slowly down the street. "That black box is the king's casket; they're going to bury him in the Mar family tombs outside of the city. That woman walking nest to the casket is the queen and the little boy in her arms is the prince, Prince Damas."

Lucie watched the people go by. The queen's black hair was covered by a black hood that covered most of her face; Lucie thought she was crying, but it may have been rain drops. She looked devastated and she walked along jerkily looking pale and sick. The little boy looked indifferent, however. He may have been one or two, Lucie couldn't tell. But he squirmed uncomfortably in his mother's arms. He kept brushing the water off of his face irritably and everyone once in a while he brushed his hood off. His hair was as pale as his mother's was black and it was plastered to his head by water. Each time he brushed his hood off his mother absently put it back over his head and gave him a soft kiss and held him tighter.

Then the casket passed by. The top half was opened but clear glass shielded the King's corpse from the rain. Lucie watched that curiously peering at the king for a long time. Finally she said "Mommy, he's not dead, he's just sleeping. Look his eyes are closed. That's what people look like when they sleep. Why is everyone so sad about him sleeping? He'll wake up."

Cera gently brushed the top of her daughter's head with her free hand "Trust me, Lucie, he is dead. And when people die they do look like they're sleeping, but they never wake up."

They watched the funeral pass by quietly. Eventually Cera left to go finish the laundry and start dinner. "Dad will be home soon. You girls need to clean up the kitchen so we have some place to eat dinner."

"Yes, Mommy." Zoe said turning away from the window and depressing street. Lucie followed her older sister over to the kitchen area of their apartment and they started to clean their toys and drawings off of the table. Lucie still didn't quite understand the concept of funeral and death; she kept thinking about it until her sister threw a crayon at her. Giggling the girls started a crayon fight until their mother came back into the kitchen and told them sternly to pick up their mess.

TBC…