R512: Well, I've seen a lot of Jak II and 3 rewrites but not too many for TPL. R&R please, go easy, this is my first story.

Chapter 1: The Village

(Samos's POV)

"Jak... Jak?"

We had just come from another place that was about 520 years into the future, and I couldn't find little Jak or my daughter Keira...

"Jak... oh what am I saying, he doesn't have a name yet... Prince? Prince? Are you there?"I called.

Just then, from the back of a windmill emerged a small boy. After him followed a little girl with teal hair.

"Jak... oh Jak, I thought I had lost you... and Keira." I sighed.

Jak just gave a confused look toward me but Keira replied, "Daddy, we're fine. But who is this guy?"

It was then that I realized yet again, that Jak was the nameless Prince to Haven City, the barren city of the future. Besides, even if he had a name, Keira wouldn't know him anyway.

"Jak... don't give me that confused look, your name is Jak. You have been in my care for two years... you don't remember anything?" I asked.

"Daddy, what are you talking about?" Keira said with a touch of curiosity.

"You two really don't remember anything do you?" I sighed, exasperated.

Keira just shook her head but Jak tried to say no, "tried" being the operative word. All that was expelled was a small and almost inaudible grunt.

"Don't try and talk Jak, you're a mute, you always have been; you can't talk. C'mon you two, let's go find somewhere to stay." I said.

We trudged up the muddy path, Jak and Keira were strangely holding hands. And that was when I remembered that they were lovers in the future, almost Precursor soul-mates.

The Precursors, a legendary race that lived eons ago, were the creators of our universe. No-one knows what happened to them or where they disappeared. Precursors did not marry but they had soul-mates, a being that the Precursor would love with every part of their soul, hence soul-mates.

I trudged up along the path, lost in thought when I saw smoke and a fire rising up into view.

"Daddy, what is that place?" Keira asked.

"I don't know," I replied truthfully; this place being as much new to me as it was to Jak and Keira, "but let's go and check it out."

So with that, we changed direction to the village.

After about five minutes of constant waling, we were almost next to the village, and we saw traces of elvish life. A man was sitting on a bench staring into the solemn night, and wanting help, we walked up to him.

(General POV)

"So ma'friends, what can I d'for ya on this fine an' lovely nigh'?" the man asked cheerfully.

"I don't want to sound stupid... but where are we?" Samos asked tentatively.

"Ya don' sound stupid, I've bin ask'd tha' question 'bout ten times t'day." The farmer replied. Samos visibly relaxed; it was better to make friends in new places than people who think you're weird or don't like you. "Welcome ma'fellows to Sandover village."

Samos, Jak and Keira looked around, the fire in the background was at least a kilometre away.

The man saw what they were looking for, or lack of what they were looking for and replied, "Well this ain't Sandover! S'about a kilometre that'a way. I'll show ya there if ya wanna?"

Samos nodded gratefully and the trio followed the old man for about 10 minutes until they reached a fairly large village (A/N: Sandover is bigger in this fic than in the game) with lots of huts littered along the coastline to what appeared to be the sea.

Growing up in a dark and dirty city, Samos and Keira had never seen the sea. "Daddy, what's that?" Keira asked.

"That's the sea, ma dear petite. Now dun tell me ya never seen the sea before!!" the man exclaimed.

"No," Samos replied, "we lived in a place... far away from here."

"Ah well, s'a sight to see if ya've never seen it before. Anyway, do ya need a place ter stay?"

Samos nodded, Keira was getting tired but Jak was just staring all around him, absorbing his surroundings.

"C'mon then. We'll find ya a hut... or summat..."

The old man led them down about twenty huts (AN: you didn't think I meant this much bigger did you?) and knocked on a wooden door. Unfortunately for the man, the door fell down, knocking it down. He barely even touched the door and it collapsed.

"Told ole Flor to fix the damn thing... FLOR? Ya home?" shouted the old man.

"Coming!" came the distant reply from back of the hut.

"Come through... come through..." the old man let them down a room into the back of the hut where a small garden was situated.

"Oh Mave, where have you been... and you've brought guests! How nice! Allow me to introduce ourselves, I'm Florence and this is my husband Mave, who I believe you've already met. And who are you?"

"I'm Samos, this is my daughter Keira," Florence smiled warmly at Keira, "and this is my... friend's son, Jak," greeted Samos. Upon learning Jak's name, Mave smiled warmly at Jak.

"Well you'll be looking for a place to stay? There's a hut on top of a hill that should be big enough for all three of you... but everyone in the village is divided over who to give it to. Usually, the Green Eco Sage comes to live in that hut from all over the place, but we have none now..." Mave replied sadly.

At the mention of Green Eco, Samos perked up. "I happen to be very skilled at Channeling green eco."

"Well we can't give you the hut unless the whole village unanimously agrees that you are powerful enough. We can see you in action tomorrow and judge you but for now... you will need a place to stay... I can only suppose that my daughter Adina and her husband Max will be happy to take you in for the night." Said Florence. "C'mon, I'll take you to my daughter's hut."

So with that, Mave waved goodbye to the trio and Florence, and Florence led them down the colourful streets to a fairly shabby hut.

"Mum... MUM!" came a shout from inside.

"Daxter, HANG ON!!" came a female's voice, which happened to be Adina.

Florence knocked on the door (which thankfully did not fall down) and a brown-haired hazel-eyed woman opened it.

"Adina, these people need accommodation, at least until tomorrow." Florence plainly stated.

"Yes... of course... come in..." Florence said.

"Samos, I'll come by you tomorrow with details of the testing... well goodnight." Florence said briskly as she closed the door behind her.

"Well," Adina said, turning her attention back to the trio, "let's go to your bedroom..."

She walked to another, spare room where a man and a boy were playing Eye-Spy.

"Eye-spy with my little eye..." started the boy, who couldn't be much younger than Jak. He stopped midway and looked up at the new arrivals.

"Max, these are guests, they have come from far away and need a place to stay tonight... so I was wondering if they could stay in this room..." Adina said quietly, almost embarrassedly.

"Of course. And what are your names?" the man called Max enquired.

"I'm Samos, this is Keira and Jak." replied Samos.

"Haha, this guy has a log in his head!! Hi, Old-Log-In-The-Head!!" shouted Daxter ecstatically.

"Daxter! Be nice!" reprimanded Max. But Daxter wasn't listening, he was looking around the room, presumably for things to use in Eye-spy. However, Samos had a firm look at Daxter, one of complete annoyance. The start of a bright and new... antagonistic pair (A/N: basically the adjective for a rival).

"Ahem..." Adina cleared her throat, breaking the uncomfortable silence. "We'll leave you to it, there are three beds in this room so it should be enough... well... good-night."

Adina, Max and Daxter left the room but not before Daxter vainly tried to stifle a giggle at the log in Samos' head.