Pre Jak 2


Samos watched over the boys as they lugged the pieces of the warp ring toward the hut. Or more accurately, Jak struggled to carry the debris while the annoying rodent gave 'helpful' advice. Keira was situated closer to the hut and was thoroughly engaged in repairing the rift rider that the sage was all too familiar with.

He sighed, a feeling of guilt welling in his chest. Soon after he and the boy had arrived in Sandover, Samos had all but forgotten the purpose for them residing in that time. However, ever since they had found the warp ring memories of his past flashed in his mind with one standing out among the rest.

His eyes fell to Jak; the boy was laughing as Daxter struggled to lift a chunk of metal twice his size. Samos' grip on his walking stick tightened and his teeth clenched.

Only he knew where the gateway would take them, and he couldn't tell a soul. In just a few days, everything would change. He only hoped that, in the end, it would all be for the better; for Jak's sake.


I'm probably making these too long for drabbles. Ah well!