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Thank u all for reviewing!! I love them! Sorry it took so long to post, I've been so wrapped up in schoolwork and other stuff. Well, here's chapter five! Hope u likes!!!

A/N: The Baron will be speaking in Precursor the whole time. Just to let you know cause I don't feel like telling you every time he talks.

Chapter Five ~~ Magic Carpet

Ashelin stood on a balcony that overlooked almost all of Haven City. The Baron approached her from behind.

" I shall now go to Ahm Shere," the Baron said in Precursor, " and kill the Metal Head King."

" And with Mar's Army we shall rule the world," Ashelin smiled, " together."

The Baron nodded.

" My Lord," Erol interrupted. " There is something you must know. They have the Scepter of Mar. I have seen it."

The Baron growled. " By the time we reach Ahm Shere, my powers will have regenerated. And I will have no need for the Scepter." The Baron turned to Ashelin.

Ashelin gasped as the scenery around her instantly changed back to ancient Precursor times. She looked around in awe and she saw her father when he wasn't decomposed. He looked human again. She smiled and hugged her father. She didn't seem to notice that the scene had changed back and she was hugging a disgusting mummy.

Keira sobbed into Jak's chest and Jak held her tightly.

" Please," Sig walked up to them, " do not fear for your kid, cherries."

Jak looked up at him.

" They can't hurt him," Sig continued. " He wear's that Bracelet of Mar."

Keira looked up and asked worriedly, " Lil Jak's wearing the bracelet?"

Jak looked at her and explained, " When he put it on, he said he saw the pyramids at Giza, he saw the temple at Karnak."

" And when they reach Karnak, the bracelet will show him the next step of the journey," Sig finished.

" Well," Keira said softly, " if we don't get to Karnak before them, we won't have any idea where to look for him next."

" It seems to me," Jak said slowly as he stared out in the distance, " like we need a magic carpet."

In Cairo, a huge air train was just pulling away from its stop with several Krimson Guards seated on the top. The air train's horn blew and smoke flew out behind them.

" When Lord Praxis last encountered the O'Conells," Erol was in the air train looking out the window and talking to Ashelin, " they sent his immortal soul to the Underworld. As powerful as he will become, he is still vulnerable." He walked towards Ashelin and continued. " Only with the Army of Mar will he be invincible."

Ashelin looked at him from her spot.

Erol snapped his fingers and a Krimson Guard brought the Book of the Dead over to him.

Erol waved his hand over it and spoke in Precursor, " Keep this with you always."

The two of them looked up and saw Torn enter the room with Little Jak under his arm. He was struggling.

" Hey!" Little Jak looked at them. " The Book of the Dead!" He grunted as Torn set him down in front of Ashelin.

" What a bright little child," Ashelin nodded. She kneeled down beside him so they were eye level. " Your mother must be missing you terribly."

Little Jak stared at her like she was a little crazy.

" If you wish to see her again, you better behave," Ashelin stroked his hair.

" Lady, I don't behave for my parents," Little Jak turned to face her. " What makes you think I'm going to do it for you?"

" Silence," Torn muttered as he grabbed the back of his coat and yanked him.

" Because," Ashelin slid her hand under Little Jak's chin, " your parents wouldn't slip poisonous snakes into your bed," Ashelin paused and kissed Little Jak on the cheek, " while you were sleeping."

Little Jak's eyes widened a little but he didn't say anything.

" Lord Praxis wishes to meet the boy," Erol interrupted.

Torn smirked as he shoved him towards the door on the opposite side of the room. " Now we shall see how brave you are."

" Hey!" Little Jak shouted at him as they left the room. " Watch the suit! Hey!"

Ashelin smiled and turned as the three men that were at the temple entered the room.

" Ow! Me fingers!"

The man with the magenta thing on his head walked in and started to admire the interior, " Nice. Very nice." His eyes landed on Ashelin, who was standing behind Erol with a dangerous look on her face.

" Did you acquire what we asked," Erol asked him.

" Oh we acquired it, all right," he said. " You know what? We had to kill two of those guards at the mausoleum to acquire it."

" This chest is cursed," Jacques said. He pulled the cover off the chest to reveal it. It was the same chest where the jars that kept Anck-su-namun's intestines were found before.

" It says there is one, the undead, who will kill all those who open this chest," Jacques read from the ancient Precursor on the sides.

" Yes, yes and the creature will suck them dry and become whole again," Erol said, quickly finishing up. " We've all heard this story before."

" Yeah, but I heard the yanks who found it nine years ago all died," the man with the Magenta thing on his head said. " Horrible deaths, they were. So with that in mind—"

" We want ten," Spivey but in and he put his foot on the chest only to be pushed off by Jacques.

" The chest must never be opened," Jacques spoke in Precursor.

" The agreement was for five," Erol said.

" Yeah well we want ten," the magenta man said, " or we'll take it elsewhere."

" If you—" Erol felt a hand on his shoulder.

" Ten will be just fine," Ashelin told them. " Follow me gentlemen."

" Get in," Torn dragged Little Jak into a dim room filled with ancient Precursor artifacts. Torn shut the door behind them and he shoved Little Jak towards someone in a long black cloak that covered his entire body. He wore gloves and a mask.

Torn kneeled behind him and looked up at the man.

The man walked towards little Jak and began to speak in Precursor.

" I know you can understand me, little one," he said. " So you must listen carefully because it is you who are the chosen one, you will take me to Ahm Shere."

" What if I don't?" Little Jak said in a small voice as he stared at the man. " What if I get a little...lost?"

The man chuckled. " You have strength, little one. You are your father's son." He waved a hand over Little Jak and he kneeled down in front of him. " But I know something you don't."

Little Jak gasped as the man lifted the bracelet up without touching it.

" The bracelet is a gift and a curse," the man grabbed an hourglass and turned it over so the sand started to fall. He placed it on a table and said, " The sands of time have already begun to pour against you."

" Yeah, yeah," Little Jak muttered to him. " I already heard this part. From the minute I put this bracelet on, seven days do I have before the Metal Head King wakes up."

" Did you also hear that if you do not enter the pyramid before the sun strikes it on that very morning that the bracelet will suck the life out of you?" the man asked.

Little Jak gulped. " That part I missed." He gasped. " Hey, wait a minute. That means I've only got five days left!"

" Then I believe it would be best if we do not get lost," the man said. " Don't you?"

" My dad is going to kick...your...ass," Little Jak glared at the man.

" Mmm," the man muttered. He reached up and pulled the mask off with a sickening pop.

" AGH!" Little Jak screamed and lunged back when he saw the Baron's decomposed face.

" I do not think so," the Baron's eyes narrowed. He motioned for Torn to take Little Jak away.

Ashelin opened the door to the room a few minutes later and the three men walked in.

" In here, gentlemen," Ashelin said, " you shall receive your just rewards."

" No tricks now, woman," the magenta man said as he looked around the room. " We're not giving up this chest till we're satisfied." He turned and looked at her.

" Oh, don't worry," Ashelin said to him. " There is much satisfaction to be had."

Something hissed and the men spun around. They didn't see anything out of the ordinary except a bowl was on fire in the center of the table.

Ashelin smirked as she grabbed the door and locked the men inside the room.

" What's going on? The magenta man pulled out his gun as the three of them turned to face the door. They all looked around the room in alarm.

" This place..." Jacques started, " is cursed."

" What is it with you and curses?" the magenta man asked.

" He ain't happy without a curse," Spivey began to mimic Jacques. " This is cursed. That is cursed."

" Give it a rest, will ya?" the magenta man turned and told him. There was another hiss and they all spun around to face the table.

The Baron leaped over the table with his hands raised and began to roar.

" AHHHH!!!!"

Spivey began to beat on the door in panic and Jacques and the magenta guy began to shoot at him with their guns.

The Baron laughed at their attempt to hurt him.

Ashelin opened a small part of a door just big enough so she could see Spivey.

" He wants you to open the chest!" she said. " Open the chest!"

Spivey spun around and kicked off the lid of the chest with a big cloud of dust.

" NO!" Jacques tried to stop him but it was too late.

They all turned their attention back to the Baron but he was gone. That didn't mean they let their guard down. The stared at where the Baron had been only two seconds ago.

Jacques and the magenta guy walked towards the table.

" Where'd he go?" Spivey whimpered. " Where'd he go?"

He turned slowly and found himself staring into the Baron's eyes. He squealed in horror and tried to back away but the Baron followed.

The magenta guy and Jacques spun around when they heard the Baron roar. The screamed as well.

The Baron leaped down from the ceiling and stood in front of Spivey. He opened his mouth and it stretched down to the top of his chest. He literally began to suck Spivey dry.

" Spivey!!" the magenta guy screamed and he and Jacques began to fire at the Baron.

The Baron turned and revealed is new look of still looking disgusting but more human. He smirked as he walked towards the two remaining men.

Somewhere else in the desert, Jak, Daxter, and Keira drove through an air train port. There were children laughing and tending to animals.

Daxter stopped the zoomer in front of a large billboard that said MAGIC CARPET AIRWAYS.

Jak got out of the zoomer with Keira and they walked towards two large doors.

" THIS is the magic carpet?" Keira asked Jak as she raised a brow.

" He'll be fine," Jak reassured her. " He's a professional."

A man with white hair and glasses stepped out from behind the door and froze when he saw Jak.

" Vin, buddy!" Jak shouted happily.

" Aah!" Vin shouted as he ran back behind the doors and locked them.

Jak's smile faded and he shouted, " Hey!"

" He definitely remembers you," Keira nodded sarcastically.

" He's a little shy," Jak muttered. He turned to Daxter, who was just walking up behind them. " Daxter, get our bags."

" Oh, my hands are full," Daxter held up the scepter.

Jak snatched it out of his hands and said sternly," Now."

" Right," Daxter muttered as he headed back towards the zoomer. " I'll get the bags."

" I'll deal with the flight details," Jak whipped out the Scatter Gun and blasted the lock on the door.

" Honey, you're not a subtle man," Keira said and smiled a little.

" We don't have time for subtle," Jak kicked open the doors and Vin scurried off whimpering.

" Vin, come here," Jak walked inside the outdoor room.

" Oh, no, no," Vin muttered as he hurriedly walked towards a table with a man sleeping and a bunch of rolls up maps.

Keira walked in behind him and said, " Doesn't look happy to see you."

" Never turned me down yet," Jak told her as he continued to walk towards Vin with her following close behind.

" Whatever it is," Vin shouted as he grabbed the sleeping guy's head, grabbed a couple of maps, and let the guy's head hit the table, " whatever you need, I don't care."

Jak raised a brow.

" Forget it O'Conell," Vin said. " Every time I hook up with you, I get shot! Last time, I got shot in the ass. I'm in mourning for my ass!"

Vin walked off with the maps and Jak followed silently.

" Remember that bank job in Marrakech?" Vin asked him.

" Bank job?" Keira looked at Jak questionably.

" It's not like it sounds," Jak smirked nervously.

" Uh, it's exactly how it sounds," Vin retorted as he stuffed the maps in a drawer. He began to explain, " I am flying high, hiding in the sun, the maniac here flags me down, so I fly in low for the pickup. The next thing you know, I get shot! I'm lying in the middle of the road with my spleen hanging out, and I see him waltzing up with some belly dancer girl."

" Belly dancer girl?" Keira began to get very suspicious and she gave Jak a look that told him what she meant. " Vin, I think you and I should talk."

Jak shook his head and tried to explain but Vin interrupted.

" As long as I don't get shot," Vin muttered.

" Quit your whining," Jak reached into his pocket and tossed Vin a pack of money. " You're gonna get paid this time."

Keira looked behind her and saw a man taking a bath while reading a newspaper. He was humming, too. She quickly turned her attention back to Jak and Vin.

" O'Conell, have you looked around any? Huh?" Vin asked sarcastically. " What do I need money for? What the hell am I gonna spend it on?" Vin shoved the money into his back pocket.

" I'm gonna keep this short," Jak raised the scepter at Vin. " My little boy's out there. I'm gonna do whatever it takes to get him back." Jak paused and noticed how Vin was staring at the solid gold scepter.

Jak moved the scepter up, down, sideways, and everywhere he moved it, Vin would follow.

" O'Conell, if you give me that gold stick there, you can shave my head, wax my legs and use me as a surfboard," Vin said quickly, not taking his eyes off the scepter.

Jak tossed him the scepter and asked, " Didn't we do that in Tripoli?"

Vin paused to look at him. He held the scepter tightly.

" Say, by the way," Jak pointed the eye patch on Vin's left eye. " When did you...lose your eye?"

" Oh," Vin laughed and pushed the eye patch up. " I didn't. I just thought it made me look a little more dashing."

Jak snickered a little before he ripped the eye patch off his head. He pointed out into the distance and said, " Come on. Get to work."

Vin nodded.

Jak walked ahead with Daxter while Vin talked to Keira behind them.

" You're not exactly catching me at my best," Vin chuckled.

" Oh, I'm sure I am," Keira smiled in return. They looked up at the sound of a horse whinnying.

Vin gulped when he saw thirteen men on horseback dressed similar to Sig's style of clothing. Sig was with them. He climbed off his horse and walked up to Jak and Daxter.

" I knew it," Vin muttered. " I'm gonna get shot."

Jak nodded slightly to Sig.

" These doughboys are the commanders of the twelve tribes of the Wastelanders," Sig said when he reached Jak. He turned around and called, " Mar!"

A bird flew off of one of the Wastelander's arm and landed in Sig's.

" Ah. Pet bird," Daxter smiled.

" My best and most clever friend," Sig stroked Mar's chest. " He'll let the boys over there know of our progress so that they may follow."

Sig turned to the other Wastelanders and spoke in ancient Precursor. The Wastelanders repeated the phrase before they turned and galloped away.

" If the Army of Mar rises," Sig said, " they will do all they can to stop it."

Jak nodded.

A couple minutes later, all four of them were ready to board. They were walking down a path that led to their destination.

" Jak, are you sure Vin's reliable?" Keira asked.

" Yeah, yeah, he's reliable...ish," Jak paused. He stopped short when he saw what they would be traveling in.

" Isn't she beautiful?" Vin asked as he climbed up the hillside towards them.

" It's a balloon!" Jak shouted angrily as he stared at the huge balloon.

" Oh! It's a dirigible," Vin corrected him.

" W-Where's your zoomer?" Jak asked.

" Zoomers are a thing of the past," Vin walked towards him.

" Vin, you were right," Jak said.

" I was?" Vin stared at him.

" Yeah," Jak pulled the Scatter Gun from his belt and pointed it at him. " You're gonna get shot."

" Woah, woah, woah!" Vin held his hands up. " She's faster than she looks. And she's quiet. Real quiet. Perfect for sneaking up on people, which is a very good thing."

Jak slowly lowered the gun.

" Unless, of course, we go with your approach," Vin's smile faded, " barging in face-first, guns blazing, and getting your friends shot in the ass!"

Keira looked at Jak and he shrugged and put the gun away.

Sig shook his head and muttered, " Why can't you cherries ever keep your feet on the ground?"

A few minutes later, the tethers were cut and Jak, Keira, Daxter, Sig, and Vin were all floating high above the ground. Vin was right, it was quiet.

They sailed for a day and they continued sailing through the night in the large boat-shaped platform under the balloon.

" O'Conell does not want to believe, but he flies like Mar towards his destiny," Sig told Daxter.

" Yes, yes, very interesting," Daxter said quickly. " Now tell me more about this gold pyramid."

" Well, it is written that since the time of the Metal Head King," Sig explained as he stroked Mar's feathers, " no man who has ever laid eyes upon it has ever returned to tell the tale."

" Where is all this stuff written?" Daxter moved back and his hands brushed against the scepter. " Hello." He grabbed it and pulled it through the hole in the wood. He made sure Vin wasn't looking before he turned around and muttered, " Got it."

Daxter looked up again to see if Vin had saw him but he was busy looking at a map. He turned back to Sig.

" Pretty nice, eh?" Daxter smiled as he stared at it. " This is all I have left in the world. The rest of my fortune was lost to some rather unscrupulous characters, actually."

" But if the curator reacted to it the way you say, it must be very important," Sig said. " If I were you, I'd keep it close."

" My friend, the gods couldn't take this away from me," Daxter showed him the staff.

" Hey!" Vin shouted and grabbed the scepter but Daxter pulled back. They had a mini tug-of-war game with it before Vin won.

" Keep your hands off it," Vin said sternly as he tucked it away.

Sig had to stifle a laugh and Daxter muttered some rude things under his breath.

Jak made his way up to the front of the platform where Keira was standing. He touched her gently on her back.

" Hey," Jak said quietly.

" I want him back, Jak," Keira's voice cracked. " I want him in my arms." She grabbed Jak's hands for comfort.

"I know," Jak said as he stared off into the distance. " We taught him well. He's smarter than you...tougher than me."

" I love him so much. I just can't—" Keira shook he head and tars formed in her eyes.

" I know," Jak tried to calm her down. " We both do, and Lil Jak knows that."

Keira stopped cry and she and Jak stared off into the distance.

" I'll get him back, Keira," Jak said. " I promise."

" I know you will," now it was Keira's turn to reassure him.

Jak nodded as the balloon drifted off into the night.

It was early the next day that the air train zoomed towards Karnak. The sun was rising over the large sand dunes. Krimson Guards were still sitting on top of the train with loaded guns.

Torn sat with Little Jak inside. He was looking out the window and Little Jak was bored.

" Are we there yet?" Little Jak asked.

" No," Torn answered.

" Are we there yet?"

" No."

" Are we there yet?"

" No."

" Are we there yet?"

" No."

" Are we there yet?"

" No."

" Are we there yet?"

" No."

" Are we there yet?"

" No."

" Are we there yet?"

" No."

" Are we there yet?"

" No."

" Are we there yet?"

" NO."

"Are we there yet?"

" No! No! No!" Torn ripped out his dagger and slammed it onto the table right between Little Jak's index and middle fingers. It just missed slicing the skin.

" Woah!" Little Jak shouted. " That was amazing! Perfect aim."

" What are you talking about?" Torn pulled the dagger out of the table. " I missed."

Little Jak's eyes widened but he soon recovered by doing everything Torn did.

Torn's anger grew until he raised the dagger to slice Little Jak's head off.

" I have to go to the bathroom," Little Jak said quickly.

Torn struggled not to slam the dagger down onto him.

Ashelin opened the door to the room and stepped over the three bodies that littered the floor. She stopped when she saw her father. He looked human and nothing about him way decaying except maybe his heart.

Ashelin smiled and bowed her head. He smiled and tilted her head back up.

Ashelin hugged her father and he hugged back.

Baron Praxis was now human and ready to take on the Metal Head King with all his powers.

" Make it quick," Torn shoved Little Jak into the small bathroom. Flies buzzed about and crappy hand and fingerprints were smeared on the walls.

Little Jak turned around and looked at Torn, as if to say, " Are you crazy?"

" Hurry up," Torn shoved him onto the toilet, which thankfully had the lid down.

Little Jak noticed some papers hanging on the wall. He grabbed them and cried, " Hey, reading material."

" NOW!" Torn shouted and Little Jak scurried up. He looked at Torn, who was standing in the doorway.

" I can't go when someone's watching," Little Jak told him.

Torn sighed and turned around.

" I don't trust you," Little Jak said, " you'll look."

Torn spun around and gave him a very insulted look. He walked out and slammed the door.

Little Jak instantly spun around and tried to break the bars on the window. He sighed and muttered, " Darn it!"

He flipped open the seats and grabbed his nose. " Oh, my God! Doesn't anyone around here know how to flush a toilet?!"

Little Jak reached and pulled the handle. He watched as the water and other stuff was emptied out a hole. Little Jak could see the ground through that hole.

Little Jak grabbed the toilet and pulled. It eventually gave way to reveal a large hole in the floor just big enough for someone his size to slip through. He looked up and noticed a lever that said PULL IN CASE OF AN EMERGENCY.

The driver heard the whistle and he stopped the air train with a squeak of the brakes.

All the KGs on top of the air train stood up in alarm and began to shout.

Inside the room, Ashelin and her father looked up.

" The boy," the Baron said, still talking in Precursor. He flung open the door that lead outside and he saw Little Jak running as fast as his legs would carry him. Two KGs were firing at him.

The Baron growled and he raised his arms above his head. The two guards rose up and began to scream and flail around until the Baron sent them flying into two separate statues.

He turned to Ashelin and said, " Karnak."

Little Jak kept running deeper into the ruins of the city until he was sure no one was following him. He stopped in front of a rock-like tank filled with water to rest.

He gasped as his bracelet moved up and projected the same picture of Karnak it showed him before in his house. The image disappeared and Little Jak gulped as it projected a fast motion movie of something zooming across the desert. It stopped when it came across an island.

Little Jak looked up as the Baron walked right through the image and it disappeared. The Baron walked on top of the tank and up to Little Jak. He lifted him straight off the ground without touching him. He waved a finger back and forth under his chin.

" Tsk, tsk, tsk."

Mar, the hawk, fluttered back onto the dirigible and into his master's waiting arms.

" If a man does not embrace his past, he has no future," Sig said as he let Mar land on his arm.

" Look," Jak was sitting across from Sig and fiddling with a small knife, " even IF I was some sort of sacred Wastelander, what good does that do me now?"

" It's the missing piece of your heart," Sig muttered. " If you embrace it, if you accept it, you can do anything. I hate saying that...."

Jak rolled his eyes and said, " Sounds great. Listen. What can we expect from our old friend the Baron?"

" His powers are returning," Sig replied. " By the time he reaches Ahm Shere, even the Metal Head King won't be able to stop him."

Jak sighed and he folded his hands to his head. He tightly shut his eyes.

Keira listened from the front of the dirigible. She turned her attention back to the horizon. She noticed that it suddenly became very foggy. She figured they were going through a cloud but she saw and heard differently.

She gasped when she heard the Baron talking to Ashelin. A picture of the two of them sitting together by the water suddenly floated into her vision. The Baron had the Book of the Dead in his hands.

" It is time to remind you of who you are," the Baron said to Ashelin, " and of who we are together." He waved a hand over the mist and a new vision occurred to both Keira and Ashelin.

It was back in Precursor times. A man was seated on a gold throne surrounded by guards, maids, and his high priest, the Baron.

Two girls wearing masks were in the center of the room with a knife in both hands. They were standing perfectly still.

The man on the throne clapped his hands and the two turned around so they were back to back.

The man shouted something in Precursor and the two women began to fight. Metal clanged against metal. They exchanged blow after blow. The two were evenly matched.

At one point, the one woman smashed into the other and she fell to the floor. Everyone began to clap.

The one girl on the floor lifted her mask up to reveal her face. It was Keira.

The other lifted her mask to reveal herself as Ashelin. She nodded to Keira.

" Put your mask on," Ashelin said in Precursor. " Let's not scar that pretty face." (A/N: Everyone is talking in Precursor during the vision.)

Keira angrily leaped up and grabbed the knives. She flipped them around a bit as did Ashelin. They both stopped in a fighting stance. Everyone clapped again.

Ashelin started to attack first but Keira blocked her moves.

Ashelin knocked both knives out of Keira's ands and slid across the floor. Everyone applauded.

Keira began to cartwheel over to a rack of axes. She leaped onto the wall where they were hanging and she turned around to see what Ashelin was doing.

Ashelin took one look at her before she threw her knives into the crotches of two male statues. Everyone applauded at that, too.

Ashelin back flipped over to a pile of spears and she grabbed one as Keira flipped off the wall with an ax in her hand.

Keira started towards Ashelin first, swinging her ax professionally. Ashelin started at her too and she also maneuvered her spear professionally.

They met in the center of the room and began to go at it again. Every move was blocked except for one that made Keira lose her ax. She looked in dismay as it skidded across the room.

Ashelin began to come at her again by swinging her spear. Keira tried to grab onto it but when she did, Ashelin flung her over her shoulder and Keira hit the floor with a thud.

She opened one eye and saw a spear pointed at her neck.

Applause rang out.

Keira panted heavily and she glared at Ashelin.

" You are learning quickly, Nifertiri," Ashelin panted slowly. " I'll have to watch my back."

" Yes..." Keira growled, " and I'll watch mine."

" Bravo, bravo!" the pharaoh cheered.

Ashelin stood up and she dropped her spear. She offered a hand to Keira but she backed away and she stood up on her own.

" Who better to protect the bracelet of Mar," the pharaoh walked over to Keira, " than my own lovely daughter, Nifertiri."

" And who better to protect me," the pharaoh looked across the room at Ashelin, " than my future wife, Anck-su-namun."

Ashelin bowed and smiled a little.

Keira glared at her but she smiled as her father hugged her. She looked over his shoulder and noticed the look Ashelin exchanged with the Baron as he passed her. Keira didn't like the look of that.

Later than night, Keira walked out onto her balcony. She peered over the side and saw the row of Wastelanders standing in the courtyard. Her attention was drawn to the balcony across from her's. The Baron was waiting for someone. Ashelin walked through the dark curtain.

Keira glared at the two of them. She gasped as Ashelin hugged her father and he hugged back. She looked away at this but she turned back as her father, the pharaoh shouted something and walked into the room.

" Anck-su-namun!" the pharaoh shouted.

The Baron ran behind some curtains and Ashelin stood next to a cat statue.

The pharaoh threw open the curtains and saw Ashelin standing by the statue. He looked at her and noticed how some of the paint on her body was smeared.

The pharaoh turned around to see the Baron. The Baron grabbed the pharaoh's sword from his belt.

" Praxis?" the pharaoh gasped.

Keira began to panic. She shouted to the Wastelanders.

" Wastelanders!" Keira shouted and they looked up. " My father needs you!" She pointed to the balcony and the Wastelanders took off for the entrance.

Ashelin raised a knife that she had and stabbed the pharaoh's back.

Keira's eyes widened and she screamed in horror as the Baron slashed her father across the chest.

Jak looked up as Keira screamed and lunged forward. She lost her balance and fell off the platform. Jak jumped up and leaped over the side. He grabbed the side as he fell over and tried to grab Keira's foot. Luckily, she got tangled in the netting that lined the sides.

Daxter and Sig held onto Jak's arm as he tried to grab Keira.

Keira was still in the middle of her vision as was Ashelin.

Ashelin and the Baron looked up as the Wastelanders began to shout and pound on the door.

Keira began to scream and kick while Jak tried to grab her.

Ashelin, who was at Karnak, began to shout in Precursor. She and Keira were still stuck in the vision.

" Go! Save yourself!" Ashelin's eyes were shut. In the vision, the Baron had refused to leave her. She argued, " Only you can resurrect me!"

In the vision, the Wastelanders had broken into the room.

" I won't leave you!" the Baron said as he servants began to pull at him. " Get away from me!"

Ashelin hugged the Baron.

" Anck-su-namun!" the Baron cried as he and his servants ran.

" Father!" Ashelin cried. She spun around as the Wastelanders walked up to her and they saw the pharaoh's body on the floor.

" My body is no longer his temple!" Ashelin shouted to them and she raised the knife and stabbed her self.

Ashelin, the one at Karnak, made a motion as if she stabbed herself and she went limp. The Baron began to read from the Book of the Dead. The water in front of them rippled and an apparition began to appear out of it. It floated over and into Ashelin's body. She gasped and opened her eyes.

Ashelin smiled and said, " Father."

" Ashelin," the Baron smiled back.

Back on the dirigible, Jak had pulled Keira up after she regained her senses and now everyone was sitting together.

" Keira, I know you haven't exactly been yourself lately with all these dreams and visions," Jak started but Keira interrupted.

" No, no," Keira said, " they're memories from my previous life. Honestly, I'm not losing my mind. It all makes perfect sense now."

" Ans that's the reason why we found the bracelet?" Jak asked as he put his arm around her.

" Exactly," Keira nodded. " I was its protector."

" Now do you believe, doughboy?" Sig asked. " Clearly, you were destined to protect this woman."

" Right," Jak smirked and said sarcastically. " She's a reincarnated princess and I'm a warrior for God."

" And your kid leads the way to Ahm Shere," Sig concluded. " Three sides of the pyramid. This was all preordained thousands of years ago."

" And how does the story end?" Keira asked.

" Only the journey's written," Sig said, " not the destination."

" Convenient," Jak muttered and rolled his eyes.

" How else do you explain Keira's visions?" Sig asked. " This it's your kid who wears the bracelet? How do you explain your mark?"

" Coincidence," Jak looked at Sig straight in the eye.

" Cherry, there is a fine line between coincidence and fate," Sig looked right back at him.

Krimson Guards were surrounding Karnak. There were about twenty tents that were set up on the sand and a couple hundred camels and men in red.

Little Jak was inside the city. His ankle was chained to a pole in the middle of the room. He was wasting time yanking at the long chain that lead to the pole.

" DON'T even think about it!" Torn walked into the room with a metal thermos.

Little Jak scurried to the back of the room and held up his arm with the bracelet on it. Torn stopped when he reached him.

" Hold on there, partner," Little Jak tried to smile.

Torn glared at him before he leaned down so he was eye level with him.

" When the time comes," Torn smirked and he grabbed Little Jak by the shirt, " I shall truly enjoy killing you."

Little Jak gasped but he regained his composure. He grabbed Torn's arm and pushed it gently off him.

" But until that time," Little Jak patted his arm, " you better be a LITTLE nicer to me. Now where's my water?"

Torn gave him a killing stare before he shoved the thermos into Little Jak's hands. He turned and started to walk away.

" No ice?" Little Jak stared into the thermos.

Torn began to mutter something in Precursor that probably wasn't appropriate.

Little Jak ran halfway after him and he heard Erol shout, " Make sure he doesn't move!"

Once he was sure Torn was gone, Little Jak ran to the back of a statue that was also in the room and he dumped the water out. He began to sculpt something in the wet sand.

Sig and Jak ran as fast as they could from the dirigible. They had reached Karnak the next day.

Sig ran up to the air train and burst through the door.

Silence.

Sig realized that no one was on the train.

Jak ran to the open car and cocked his Blaster. He leaped into view and pointed the gun inside. The only thing moving in there was an hourglass that was half-empty at the top.

Sig jumped out of the air train and he turned to Jak.

" They've gone," Sig said as he lowered the Vulcan. " We've lost them."

A sense of dread chilled Jak's whole body.

Keira walked through the ruins of Karnak. She walked past the pool of water where Little Jak saw his next destination.

Keira was about to walk into the next room when something caught her eye. In the middle of the room was a pole with a chain handing on it. But that wasn't what caught Keira's attention.

" JAK!" she screamed as she ran towards a statue. Hanging on the statue was Little Jak's white wristband. She grabbed it and looked down.

Jak and Sig came tearing through the ruins with their guns raised. They stopped when he reached Keira. She held out the wristband without looking up.

" Lil Jak left us his wristband," she kneeled down in front of a sand castle, " and he made us a little sand castle. It's the Temple Island of Philae." Keira looked up at Jak and said, " They've gone to Philae."

" That-a-boy, Lil Jak," Jak stood up with Sig and Keira. " Come on!"

~~~End of Chapter Five ~~~

A/N: My God, this chapter was long! I didn't know when to end it! But at least I'm done it...REVIEW!! I don't accept flames but constructive criticism and suggestions are ok. TTFN.