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The fourth trial of Mar:

Jak started at the sound of the childish voice, or thought he did, since this was the strangest Trial yet.

He was surrounded by whiteness, no feeling in the rest of his body at all, indeed he didn't think it existed in this place.

"You are correct Mar" said the familiar voice and Jak knew that voice.

"Gear?" he asked "Where are you? I can't see you",

"Our eyes will be of no use to us here, we will not need them, all of this is inside our heads" Gear answered calmly.

"What is this Trial?" Jak asked wearily "I have a mission to finish",

"Ah yes, Sig was very helpful in bringing you here to the trial, as you know he was your fathers companion and knew you too eventually would face the trials of Mar" Gear explained,

"So let us begin this Trial" Jak said irritably "I am tired of this whole process",

"Welll…Jak, it's not that simple…" Gear said then trailed off "As much as I would love to be the one giving this to you, I am merely the announcer and the host will be along momentarily, I feel no guilt in warning you that this could be a tricky one and here's a hint for you, you have to listen carefully and-"

"Gear" A third voice interrupted his rambling which had been somewhat boring for Jak "Shut up, your his companion, you cannot go around giving him the answer to everything",

"sowy" said Gear childishly, if Jak could see his face he is sure the little boy would be pouting right now,

"Now who is this?" Jak demanded to the third voice,

"Patience my boy, something you sorely lack" the voice was amused "In this place, all that there is, is patience",

Jak knew that voice, knew it very well, old yet wise, but annoying at times, Samos the sage,

"I'm getting bored waiting for you to begin." Jak said/thought to Samos,

"So eager, so eager" Samos said, sounded like he smirking "Can you fight with words? Can you figure out the results of this Trial with words alone? Do you dare?",

"Give me your finest challenge and I will defeat it, something tells me that time is short and I must do what I must" Jak said defiantly,

"Indeed" Samos replied archly "There are no riddles here, no deception, no acts of brawn that you must do to succeed. Here it is words – nothing more, nothing less",

Doubt where there should be no doubt trickled through into Jak's mind before he said "Bring it on",

"So eager to fail, very well" Samos said before taking a pause then said"Picture if you will: driven under the whip, the taskmaster relentlessly driving you on to a purpose you do not see, a reason you do not know, hour after hour, day after day, year after year – for eternity. There is no freedom from the relentless onslaught that is demanded of you. You are a tool – and regarded as such. Your life means little. Your existence nothing but to serve – as it has ever been, as it will always be. You are broken, grinded back into the dust from whence you came. Who is this broken and oppressed person?"

"Me?" Jak said unsure,

"Wrong, its not you" Samos said then added "But I will be lenient and give you one more hint and then I extract the price of your failure",

"Continue" said Jak,

"A hope burns fiercely in you, a hope you cannot deny. You don't know where it originated from or why you have it. It is unspeakable and the one thing that can't be taken from you. Though freedom is alien to you – a thing you have never known, though there is no escape, you know there is something more out there, if only you could overthrow the tyrant. I ask again – who is the slave?",

"The people?" Jak whispered,

"A very good guess– and an accurate one. Yes it is the people, those very people you are sworn to serve – yet you have failed. Who is the hope and who is the tyrant?" said Samos,

"Tell me of the tyrant" asked Jak, whenever he though of a tyrant he though of Barron Praxis,

"A cold hearted and demanding creature born from the blackness that is people's hearts. It gets joy from pain, numbering enemies by swords, not slaves. Slaves mean wealth, therefore all that is around it belongs to it. Sorrow is it's favourite dish, despair a delightful drink, feeding off the knowledge that these people will never be free, condemned to bondage from everlasting to everlasting" said Samos,

"And the Hope?" Jak asked,

"A beautiful creature of light, the purest heart, most delicate soul – a flower that could be crushed by the world yet is resilient above all else – never being beaten down, always rising again, existing in all hearts that believe and have faith. Someday it will surge forth and free all those who are unjustly imprisoned. I ask for the final time, who is the Hope and who is the Tyrant?" said Samos, bu the end he sounded like he was demanding, not asking a question,

"The Hope is obvious…" Jak pondered,

Gears swift intake of breath was heard,

"Hope HAS to be the children of the future, the Tyrant…is me" said Jak,

"Explain" said Samos,

"It is evident – the Tyrant is my blackest of selves, the part of me I deny. The Hope is a dream; it exists in hearts – as children do and who knows there can be a possebility that I can turn from my path to serve a darker purpose" said Jak,

"Well done, I didn't think you figure it out" said Samos in a praising tone,

"How can I not? You spoke of my greatest fear" said Jak,

"What do you intend to do to prevent it?" asked Samos curiously,

"All I can" said Jak,

"And when that is not enough?" Samos pressed on,

"I'll give my soul as fodder to the precursors" said Jak,

"Be careful of what you speak Prince, for words like that will not be taken lightly" Samos warned,

"I mean every syllable Samos, now, have I passed?" said Jak,

"Indeed, go back to your little mission and enjoy, you have passed the Fourth Trial" said Samos.

In the wastelands:

Jak shooked his head as everything around him came back into focus, the sudden splash of color and brightness gave him a head aque but that was the least of his problems.

"Finally, sleeping beauty decided to join us" said Daxter,

"Not the greeting I was expecting" though Jak before saying "are we there yet?",

"Almost there chilipepper, hope you had a nice nap" said Sig with a small smirk, Jak rolled his eyes as his sight settled back to the scenery of the desert.

Meanwhile in the Freedom fighter HQ:

Tess and Ashlin watched Gear,

"Finally, the terror took naps" though Ashlin in relief as she and Tess left the office to get some coffee.

As soon as they did Gear opened his eyes, yawned and rubbed them trying to wake up more.

Looking around the office he got up from his spot on an arm chair and decided to look for something to entertain himself with.

Getting on the ground he crawled to a bunch of boxes which were scattered around the room, getting a goodgrip on the boxes he got up and looked inside, there was just papper in there.

Taking a handful of it he threw it up on to the air, cooed when he saw the paper gently fall to the ground, kept throwing paper till the box was empty.

Frowning Gear picked up the empty box before pushing it aside, then heard a strange VRRROOOM sound and ripping, looking back it came from a funny looking box, it was big and white.

Walking over to it saw a paper stuck to it, taking it he moved it a bit and the box sucked it in andmade lots of tiny pieces of paper, giggling Gear looked around at all the paper,

finally, something to do.

Later:

Jak entered the halls of the FFHQ, but his mind was else where as he thoughof what Sig told him.

Flash back:

"If I were you, I wouldn't trust your friends so much" said Sig,

"Why?"asked Jak,

"If the precursors didn't choose any of them to be your companion and had to bring a person back to life to be your partner it means your friends aren't as trusting as they seem" said Sig,

"why you say that?" asked Jak,

"I never trusted them, they seemed to act rather odd around you even more when they found out you were Mar, my guess...their hidding somethin"g and it ain't a surprise party" said Sig "please, easy this old mans worry and promise me you will keep a healthy distance away from them",

Jak looked at Sig's eyes and sighted before saying "Alright..."

end of flash back:

A scream snapped Jak back to reality, running towards it he was surprised to find a whole room full of papper shavings.

It looked like as if a parade came into Ashlins office and left behind their confetty, in the middle of all that was a happy Gear throwing and kicking the papper into the air, he looked like he was having a blast.

Turning to Ashlin and Tess...Tess looked shocked as she stared, Ashlin...she looked like a volcano ready to erupt, even her face turned into the same shade of red as her hair.

"Jak...please...remove Gear...and never bring him back, will you?"said Ashlin in a sick sweet tone, her eye twitching.

Jak decided to follow Ashlins order pronto, he ran over to Gear, picked him up and ran out of the room before the volcano exploded.

Gear cooed and laughed at Jak as he hugged him,

"Dada back" babbled Gear, Jak sighted and said

"No..its Jak and you just went from the worst villian known to man to the worst child in a span of 3 days", Gear giggled not understanding what Jak mesnt by that.

Heading back to the apartment Jak closed the door and placed Gear down before taking his jacket off, he was beat, not only Gear was wearing him out, the trials were taking a toll on him fisically and mentally.

Feeling a tug on his pants Jak looked down to Gear,

"Hungy dada" babbled Gear, Jak sighted before he realized he too was also famished.

Walking to the kitchen Jak made them both sandwiches, gave Gear his before he ate his own.

Once done he had another war with getting Gear to take a bath and brush his teeth but when he was cleaned.

Exhausted Jak walked to his room and collapsed on his bed,

"All I need...is a minute..." though Jak before falling asleep.

Dream:

Jak was swiming in what seemed like an ocean, up ahead he saw what looked like an island.

As he reached what seemed like the deepest part of the ocean, it got colder.

end of dream:

Looking at his bed Jak checked it, it was wet, more awake Jak shook Daxter who was sleeping on a pillow near his bed,

"Dax wake up!"said Jak,

"Jakkkkk...why can I sleep a little lon-" Daxter stopped his winning and looked, his cheeks puffed up.

Jak mentally whined, why did he wake Daxter up! he was never going to hear the end of this.

"Jak you're...22...and you still...wet your bed? thats unbelivable!"said Daxter holding the laughter that was going to erupt.

Great, just perfect, not only people are going to make fun of him cause he is a tattoe rainbow freak, he will be made fun of cause he is a tattoe rainbow freak that wets his bed.

Just then Jak and Daxter saw movement under the sheets, carefully Jak pulled them to reveal Gear.

Aparently the little guy snuck into his bed when he was sleeping.

It took five seconds for Jak to connet the dots and realise what happened...Gear wet his bed!

Jak's hands curled up into fist before he yelled angrily "GEAR!"

To be continued...

Authors note: Man, Gear will be dead in the morning... or will he? Remember to review.