Corad: Yeah, I was just lazing about on Saturday arvo, when this phrase entered my head. It read - Mystical Voyage of Shame. I wondered what the hell, before deciding that maybe it could be a story. So, it's taken me...um...about three days to come up with a plot that describes 'Mystical Voyage of Shame'. I hope you guys enjoy this.

I don't own Jak nor Daxter, and trusting me, I never will....thank god...

Palace Stories – May have been exaggerated

Mystical Voyage of Shame

The palace was almost deserted when Baron Praxis stumbled up to Erol in his room, who was reading the daily newspaper. For some strange, untold reason he was dressed up as a medieval king with a large potato sack clutched in his hand. His face was full of determination, as he stood directly in Erol's reading light. Erol looked up, putting the paper slowly down on his lap.

"Yes?" He asked, eying the baron's face, to his costume, to the sack. Praxis tossed Erol the empty brown sack, which Erol caught. He stared down at it, before Praxis started droning on about something. "Commander. It seems we're running low on food. We're going grocery shopping, so get dressed." Praxis declared, pulling out a knight's costume attached to a fake horse out of nowhere.

"Sir, this isn't going to be a repeat of last week, is it? Surely after ten times you would have learned your lesson!" Erol spat, getting up off his bed and backing away from Praxis. Praxis rolled his eyes in boredom, before throwing the knight costume at Erol. "We don't have all night, Commander." Praxis muttered, ignoring the disgusted face on Erol.

"Can't you just send Ashelin out to the store?" He said, dropping the heavy costume. Praxis laughed idiotically, before flicking his hand down. "Of course not! She's coming with us." He replied, snorting as a result of controlling his laughter. Erol growled before glancing up at his doorway, where Ashelin stood in a princess dress and Tiara. Her face was full of fury, and her arms were crossed.

"Father, there is no way I'm wearing this! I don't wear dresses! Why can't you just go out to the store instead of wandering around Haven city, going Trick or Treating?" She sighed, eying Erol who tried to control himself from snickering at her. "Oh Ashelin. Maybe in a few years, you'll realize this is how all normal people shop. Now, we have less than two hours, so get dressed Erol, and we'll be on our way." Praxis roared enthusiastically, striding out the room with his arms in the air.

"Seriously. I am not…going to wear this!" Erol spat, heaving the knight costume onto his bed. He heard Ashelin mutter something before leaving his room.

Five Minutes later……

"Ok, I'm ready." Erol muttered with a hint of sarcasm. He was now wearing the armour, with the fake horse around his waist (Seen on Sir Gadabout). "Excellent!" Praxis yelled, picking up a picnic basket which reminded Erol of little red riding hood. He dreaded what exactly was in it, but Praxis cut his trail of thought when he burst out the door, yelling to the other two to follow.

"Here it comes." Ashelin muttered, following her father out the front doors, dragging her feet all the way. Erol saw his opportunity to run back to his room and lock himself in, so neither Ashelin nor Praxis would force him to go, but knew of all those innocent lives about to be ruined if he didn't go. "Hurry up Erol. Get your sorry behind out here!" Ashelin shouted, her hands planted on her hips in annoyance.

Erol strolled out the door, trying to walk as normally as he could because of his ridiculous costume. He didn't get very far before he flew face first into Praxis back. "Knights aren't meant to attack kings!" He shouted, spinning around to see Erol sprawled on the concrete. "You are meant to serve and protect them, so get up front!" He picked Erol up roughly, and shoved him in front of him and Ashelin.

"But Sir, it's not even Halloween! Why do you pick to go trick or treating in the middle of March?!" Erol cried, walking slowly ahead of King Praxis and Princess Ashelin. "Erol, for the last time, we are not trick or treating. We are grocery shopping." He replied, sticking his chest out to show his importance. Both Erol and Ashelin rolled their eyes.

For some reason, Praxis thought knocking on people's doors and requesting food was the normal way to shop. This had been happening for almost a year, and Erol always dreaded that day when the Baron showed up, in some crazy costume. Unfortunately for him, this time Praxis was dressed as a king.

"Knight! I demand satisfaction. Stop!" Praxis snapped, whacking Erol on his shoulder with his king based staff. Erol stopped moving, and slumped under the weight of the armour. "What is it sir?" He asked, turning around. Praxis pointed to a nearby house with a sign – Go away trick or treat fiends – planted on the door. "Sir, they don't accept us. Don't you remember what happened last time? When that old lady came out and threw cats at us?"

Praxis laughed at the memory of Erol running around, screaming as many cats clawed at his face. "Oh yeah. That was a good day." He muttered, wiping a tear of joy out is eye. "And then you threw eggs at her windows." Erol shot in, trying to get Praxis to his senses. He failed though, when Praxis wandered up to the door, and knocked loudly. An old lady appeared after a short while, and stared up at Praxis' looming figure. "Trick or Treat." Praxis said, smiling widely.

Erol wished he turned away, when the Lady sent her cat out at Praxis. It screeched and clawed at his crown, before Praxis pulled out an egg from the basket and pelted it at the cat. The cat meowed and darted back in the house, followed by the old lady. "Father, maybe we should just go to the corner store, and purchase your snacks? Huh? What do you say?" She looked at Praxis disappearing back. So, he must have gotten bored with her ramblings and headed off on his own.

"I think maybe we should try and lure him back to the palace," Erol muttered, turning to Ashelin who was surveying her father carefully. His crown was dangling off his left ear, and part of his cloak was torn. "Yes, I think you're right. But first…." Ashelin said, an odd glint in her eye as she looked at Erol. Erol feared where this was going. "Um, Ashelin, what exactly are you… ARRRGGGHHHH!!!!!" His pitiful scream echoed throughout the city, before Ashelin dropped him back on the ground, dressed in the pink dress she was previously wearing. "WWWHHHHYYYY!!!!!" He yelled, his hands gripping thin air as he screamed to the sky. Ashelin stalked off, well, kind off anyway. She kept tripping over because of the heavy armour and horse.

"I will KILL you, Ashelin," Erol growled, standing up and brushing dirt off his dress. He adjusted his princess tiara, before attempting to walk in high heels. He managed to catch up to the other two, at some other house a few blocks away. Praxis was looking through his now full sack, and calculating what else he needed. "Sir, maybe you've got everything." Erol murmured, approaching the Baron's bent back.

"What are you talking about Ashelin? We still need fudge," Praxis replied, straightening up and closing his sack. "I'm Erol." Erol spat, standing with his arms crossed. "No you're not! That's you!" Praxis snorted, motioning to Ashelin who was trying to pull the helmet off her head. "But sir! She took my clothes!" Erol spat, pointing at her.

"Ashelin, Erol is not a girl. How can she have taken you're clothes anyway. You're wearing 'em!" Erol shook in rage at Praxis' last comment. His toleration span was getting shorter and shorter. "For the last time, I'm Erol!" He snapped, tugging the tiara off his head and throwing it forcefully at the ground. He smushed it further into the ground with his pink high heeled shoe. "I'm EROL!" He yelled, showing Praxis his bright orange hair. "See! EROL!" Praxis rolled his eyes and pointed at Ashelin.

"Ashelin, you need help. That is Erol." He said, pointing again at Ashelin, who had successfully removed the Knight's helmet off her head. "Father, he's telling the truth. I am your daughter." Ashelin interjected, grasping the helmet to her side. "Erol, I didn't know you were a girl, or my daughter." Praxis said in surprise, staring at Ashelin. "Father!"

"Ashelin, you didn't tell me you had a sister." Praxis snapped at Erol, who was removing his high heels. "For the god dam last time. I am Erol. That is Ashelin. She beat the living crxx outta me and stole my clothes! How small is you brain?!" Erol screamed, catching the attention of all the surrounding citizens. "My brain is quite large, Ashelin. And you, shut up Erol!" He spat, turning to Ashelin who was laughing quietly at Erol's face which had turned a nice shade of red due to rage.

"But Father, I am…" She didn't get time to finish, before Praxis communicator started beeping in his pocket. He took it out, and flicked it on. "Yes, your King speaking." Praxis said, trying to sound important. "Um, yeah sir. We seem to have a problem with the chef. He seems to think you took the only eggs in the palace, and wants them back." A guard's voice said, shaking from what sounded like fear.

"And?" Praxis said calmly, obviously not getting the drift. "Let me handle this!" Erol snapped, snatching the communicator out Praxis' hand. "Fine, we'll drop by the store and pick up another dozen. Tell the chef we'll be there soon." Erol muttered, flicking it off and tossing it back at Praxis. "Princesses aren't meant to upstage kings, upstager!" Praxis snarled, striding over to Erol. "Sir, we have to get some more eggs, and return home. Please don't tell me you used up all forty eggs?" Erol said, looking at the nearby houses which were covered from roof to floor in splattered egg.

"It seems so," Ashelin replied, checking the now empty basket. "So what if I did! It means we can go trick or treating!" He yelled in joy, running off into the distance towards a corner store. Erol looked at Ashelin, who held the same, confused look on her face as he did. So, Praxis went Trick or treating to restock on food, but went shopping for…… "Maybe we should just go home and leave him here," Erol suggested, kicking the high heel away from him and pointing into the distant shop with Praxis at the counter.

"I think I'll have to listen to you on this occasion." Ashelin replied, forcing the helmet back over her head. So, they decided to abandon 'King Praxis' to head home and watch telly. It had been an awful 'shopping' experience for both, and neither of them could understand why Praxis chose to harass people at eight at night for food, when he could easily just drop by the store and buy snacks. After this, no one heard of or saw Baron Praxis again…until that dreadful day when the Ice cream truck with it's kiddy music drove through Haven city, and Praxis came out of hiding to chase it. What a sad day that was…

Corad: So, was this ok? Or bad....or....bad? I really need a life don't I. Well, Bijoux is complaining that she gave me the idea about trick or treating. I don't actually know if this was true or not, but if it is, some credit should go to her...but I wrote it.....trust me....I wrote it.....Oh, and also, we were both wondering that if anyone reviews, if you could give us a guess of Erol's appoximate age. We've been pondering over this for a bit, and kinda hope maybe someone knows, or would like to suggest their guess. We have this feeling that he's in his early twenties, but would really like to know. Thankies pples...see ya for now!