Title: Jak 4: The Legacy of the Sage
Warnings: Assumptions...
Disclaimer: Idea for Jak being a Sage goes to the posters on the Gamespot boards (Alpal, Chiyo, Zen, Firebolt- me). Naughty Dog owns the game idea, so that's about it.
Greetings!! This took me quite a long time to write and I finally decide, hey, why am I posting this on the Gamespot boards where there are post interruptions? I need someplace to go... So I came here.
Reviews: Appreciated
Flames: You'll just have as much respect as Auron from the boards. (Ha ha... Sorry. Inside joke from the boards. I had to put it on here.)
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"Stand, for you are now ranked among the most noble of people. You are a Sage." The glowing blue, floating entity that was a Precursor hovered over the kneeling form of Jak. The man's head was bowed until the near-god spoke again. The swirling eco, red, yellow, blue, green, light and dark stopped their dance around his body and slowly faded into nothingness. His left hand glowed red, before the glow faded away. His right hand was glowing yellow, both his legs were slightly glowing blue. His torso, or to be more specific, his heart, was glowing green. His eyes both contained the eerie glow of dark eco and light eco, a war within him for all eternity. The three hour process was now over. Jak, the channeler of eco, had been given the power not only to channel it, but to control it, create it at will... In short, to be a Sage.
Blue eyes darted up to the Precursor who suddenly disappeared. The eyes then darted to the curled up, sleeping orange ball that was Daxter. Jak got up on tired, sleeping legs and walked over. He reached down and poked at the slowly moving fuzz.
"Hey, buddy. You can get up now. It's over." He said with in a tired sort of voice. The ceremony to become a Sage had to be held when the moon fullest, and was at its highest point, when the night was deepest. The ceremony had to be held at the point where the Precursor power was strongest at that night, which ended up being in the middle of the Wasteland, right in front of the Snowy Mountains. But before that could happen, the soon-to-be Sage had to go through a rigorous training regime, fasting, meditating, purifying his body to it's most basic state. Then, only then, could eco flow freely through his body.
The orange lump gave an almighty yawn, before the Ottsel lifted his head up and stared at Jak, who simply smiled in return. "Whut're chu so happy bout." Daxter groaned, not very happy he had been waken up. He had been asleep since before the ceremony had started, since roughly 11 o'clock. It was now 3 o'clock.
"I'm... Not sure. I just have this peace of mind that I have never had before." Jak answered, shrugging. He looked up at the night sky, devoid of any glowing green or purple stars. The moon and only normal stars were the only things in the sky, not a cloud in sight. "There is no dark force at the back of my mind, demanding that I kill. There is no good force, fighting back against the dark, silent and strong, keeping me sane. There is only myself and the feeling of knowing all the eco in the world is safe, resting solely in my hands." He held up his hands to illustrate this point.
"That's great there... Why did you wake me up." Daxter growled at him, still trying to blink the sleep out of his eyes.
"We need to go home. Or I can leave you out here for the Metal Heads to eat." Jak laughed lightly, standing back up. "So get up, and get on." He held out his arm, a motion that said he wanted the Ottsel to climb up. Daxter lazily climbed up Jak's outstretched arm, coming to sit on the shoulder plate Jak still wore for that very reason.
"I can change you back, if you wish." Jak said, looking at his half asleep friend. Indeed, being a sage of all ecos not only gave him control over said powers, but he also gained a great amount of knowledge from the Precursor who preformed the ceremony. And the knowledge of the Precursors was limitless.
"Nah." Daxter waved one small hand at him. "I like bein this way. Gets the girls' attention. Gets some good pets for me as well."
"Are you sure? I sort of do miss your normal form." Jak said, reaching up to balance the Ottsel who was still half asleep.
"No." Came the response. Jak did not question further feeling no need to, simply slowly passing into light form and spreading his huge, tendril-like wings. With a few flaps of his wings, he was launched into the still night air. He started his lazy flight back to the outskirts of Spargus, where he now made his home.
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How did Jak come to become a Sage? Why did he get chosen to receive such power? Let's start from the beginning...
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Well... I look at this now and realize how much that part has changed later on... When I knew what I was doing. How has it changed, you ask? Well, you'll have to just read and review, hm?
Note: This first chapter is rather short compared to the rest of the story. It's like... A prologue...