A/N:

Dawnspirit: Thank you for your review, and the only reason I thought that it wasn't as good as it could be was because I thought it droned on a bit :/

Rayfan: Tons of action eh? There'll be a lot more in this one ^_^

Raymangirl: Thank you :)

Heyhwa: I didn't create the golems, it isn't an original idea

Lysha: Thank you for reading the chapter, and adding it to your favourites :)

Ray3885: Thank you too, and thank you for the favourite :)

Foultzbyz: Sorry for not replying to your comment earlier, I didn't see it sorry! Don't kill me!! Anyway, no Rayman is not younger, he is a bit older (I'm not exactly sure how much). He is only younger in the memories ;) hope this cleared it up for you :)

OMG I FORGOT THE DISCLAIMER IN THE LAST CHAPTER DON'T SUE ME!!

Disclaimer: I don't own Rayman, or Globox or Ly…in fact, the only thing I DO own is Furio, Furion, the slaves (those that aren't teensies, and Ubisoft's fairies!) the cave of jades, and the emerald forest.

Before I start, I just remembered that I forgot to say that the valley where the cave of jades is located is called the valley of jades. And one more thing, the memories MIGHT NOT BE in chronological order!

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The Great Escape

It was a warm day in the valley of jades; the sun was directly above them, glaring down at them fiercely, and impairing they vision. There was a lot of heat too, magnified and reflected a million times by the jades from the cave. In the sweltering heat, the captors of the slaves tried to make themselves look tough and mean by putting on thick heavy coats that covered all of they body.

There were many curious smells in the valley: the dirt and grime that the unwashed, dirty slaves carried upon them, many days worth, as they had not been washed since they had first been captured, unless the blissful rain that had come on to them a few days ago.

But more mud had covered them at that time, and made them dirtier and gave them a greater smell. There was also the smell of freshly dug earth, as many of the slave-people had dug whilst trying to uncover more of the precious gems. Many had also tried to bury their loved ones, who had died, but had received whip lashes in return. Now the bodies of the dead creatures' lay half-buried in the dirty mud. Many people looked at their bodies in grief, sadness and helplessness.

There had been a slave uprising a few days ago, but it had been quickly stopped with such ferocity that they had never even thought about doing so again. Many of the women and children were badly abused, whilst they saw their fathers, brothers and husbands being beaten so closely to death, and in some cases into death.

But death was a reward now in that valley, for the state in which the slaves were forced to work at were close to unbearable. Many people saw death as the easiest, and indeed, the only way out. Many would already have committed suicide if it was not for the slave captors preventing them from having any dangerous objects. Also there were many slaves who knew that something was going to happen: that somebody was going to save them.

They knew not how long it would be.

For a few days now the same questions and the same rumours had been going around, being passed from slave to slave, until pretty much everybody knew what they were.

Many people believed that the slave drivers were working for money, to sell the jades and create a great profit for them. But it soon became apparent that they were taking orders from another person. There were not many rumours about who that person was, but there were VERY many that said what he wanted with the cave of jades.

Some people believed that he wanted it for the money, selling all the jades for his own benifits, retiring to a small island perhaps, and selling them off as slaves to people off planet.

More people did not believe this rumour. A few perhaps, believed that the person was a sicko who enjoyed in harming innocents.

But most people believed that it was another great invasion was beginning. Just like when André had attempted to take over the world and as Razorbeard before him. Some people remembered the first invasion: when Mr. Dark had invaded, those people also remembered the person who had been their saviour, the person who had rid the world of the first evil.

These people believed that he had defeated Razorbeard, and converted the dark lum lord, André into a red lum again. These people believed that he would return, and help them out of this mess.

They waited for many days in agony, awaiting the arrival of their saviour, the arrival of Rayman.

It was time for the second shift to change to third shift – not for the slaves, but for the slave drivers. The slaves were never given rest. It had already been a long weary day for them, but they would get no rest. They would be worked off their feet and there was nothing they could do about it. All they could do was hope, and even that was scarce.

It was just another day for them; the slave drivers and the slaves alike. It had not been long since they had first begun work here, but everything had fallen into a routine.

A few on-duty guards stood off to the side of the valley, out of sight from the rest of the valley, but in clear view from the hills above. It appeared that a slave driver had stolen some jades, and was boasting about it to his friends. But they had left a crucial gap in the defences, and they had also made things easier for Rayman and his friends.

It was a surprise attack. The slave drivers were caught unawares. Rayman leapt down from above, downing two as he fell, and two more before any of the others realised what was happening.

Ly ran down at them, following the hill. A reckless rage had come over her after seeing the cruelty that the slaves were suffering. She had a deep caring for life, and seeing it disrespected infuriated her.

The battle was over quick, and all of the guards were unconscious. Now phase two of their plan could begin.

Rayman picked up the leaders clothes, and put them on himself, over his normal clothes. Ly Globox and the Furio brothers also put on some clothes.

'Phew!' Globox groaned as he put on the smelly clothes. 'These stink!'

'They sure do, but its out only way to help the slaves,' replied Rayman. He walked forward, dutifully, and purposefully. Ly followed not far behind. Globox came about a few minutes later, and then Furio and Furion; pretending to be laughing with each other, as though they were slave drivers, and got into position.

They waited for Rayman's signal. It came about five minutes later. They all moved closer to the rest of the guards. Suddenly, all the guards began to move toward the same building. At the same time, some guards began t walk out. They were changing shifts again.

Now Rayman's signal came. Furio and Furion began to walk from opposite sides toward the huge mass of slave drivers. Rayman had managed to push his way to the front, and Ly and Globox behind the rest.

Rayman's second signal came. A huge amount of guards fell in the confusion that followed immediately after. Rayman had conducted a perfect surround movement, and the guards had nowhere to go. Pushing and shoving to get away from the bolts of lightning that came from Furio's hands, and Ly's power balls. Rayman himself was felling many slave drivers.

But then it all went wrong. The slave drivers, realising that there were only five of them, turned and began to attack, and although the rain that Globox made caused many of them to slip and fall, it was not enough. The five companions were about to be overrun.

Suddenly there was a huge shouting from the side of the slave drivers. The five companions, who had been driven to a corner, could not see what was happening. But then the slave drivers parted, and they saw, with a rush of excitement what had happened.

The slaves had rebelled again. The slave drivers, who had already been weakened, were confused again, and many ended up attacking their own fellows. Rayman and the others lifted off the uniforms, and helped in the attack. Before long, the slave drivers had been defeated, but there were some more.

There were not very many, but amongst them was a giant. He had a deep commanding voice, and seemed to be the leader of this group of slave drivers.

'CHARGE!' He yelled, pushing forward some stragglers who were afraid of the slaves and Rayman. Rayman leapt over the heads of the oncoming slavers, and ran toward their leader. Rayman shouted out a challenge as he ran, merely to capture the huge person's attention.

The giant turned and saw Rayman. He grinned at him, showing many yellow teeth, and a false gold one. Rayman was forcefully reminded of the people who had shot hammers at him in his first adventure. He had never found out what they called themselves, but this person seemed to look a lot like an enlargened version of them.

He lifted a foot, and brought it crashing down to where Rayman had been. Rayman leapt away, and ran through the big guy's legs. Whilst he ran, he charged up a fist, and hit the giant on the feet.

'OW!' the giant yelled, as though he had been struck sharply with a pin.

Rayman shot some more fists at the feet, then as the giant lifted it, ran up to them, and hung on to one. The giant didn't know where Rayman was. He just assumed that Rayman had been squashed. He lifted his foot to examine it, and Rayman helicoptered onto it, shooting it as he flew.

Now the giant was getting very annoyed, and lifted his hand to bite Rayman. Rayman was to fast for him, however, and he leapt onto the giant's nose. With a grin, Rayman punched him twice on the nose, and three times on his temple. It was enough to make the giant faint.

Rayman helicoptered down to the ground, none to worse for the ordeal. He heard some cheering, and as he looked down he saw the scores of slaves smiling, and cheering at him. He landed perfectly, and smiled at them. There were many of them: teensies, fairies, muddies, and many others he didn't recognise.

One ex-slave, with leathery-looking grey like skin, that had turned an unhealthy brown from being neglected for so long, stepped forward. He was a short, squat creature, and he spoke out to Rayman.

'I am a guardian of this cave.' He said, in a high pitched voice. Rayman was surprised; he had expected a deep voice. 'We know of your journey.' Rayman was surprised. 'How?' he smiled his eyes twinkling, 'I can read minds. This is what makes me a good guardian. Unfortunately, our captors' and saying this, he spread his arm around to the slaves, 'had found a way to reverse this power.'

Rayman looked at the cave of jades. Although many of its precious gems had gone, it still looked beautiful and majestic. Rayman wondered if he was fit to go into it.

'Rayman,' it was Ly, 'you just saved the cave. If anyone deserves to, go in it's you.' Rayman nodded, and took a deep breath.

'You must stay here. I was told by the seers that I had to go in alone. I do not know why,' Ly nodded, and the others agreed, but warily.

Rayman stepped into the cave.

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Rayman had been gone a long while. He had taken the map, but Ly hoped that he hadn't gotten himself lost. She felt highly anxious, and she only remembered being so once before…

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It was a great victory; perhaps his greatest yet. But he was not here to celebrate it. It had been planned to be the greatest celebration that had ever occurred. But nobody was in the mood to celebrate.

He had gone down with the ship. He had been inside the ship when the accursed pirate had destructed it, and escaped in his tiny capsule. All they had left was a shoe. One measly shoe!

Many people were crying, standing around the small pillar of stone and rock that the shoe – the only thing left that they could find of Rayman – had landed on. The only material reminder they had of Rayman.

Many people were staring at the shoe in sadness, engulfing themselves in memories of Rayman. Many more were crying, those who had known Rayman very well. His closest friends were beyond crying. There was a huge gaping hole inside them, and they felt numb. Numb with shock, horror and surprise.

Where was Rayman? That was the question on everybody's lips. Where was he? When would he come back? Globox's children were standing not far from they father. They knew that something was wrong, but they didn't know what. Occasionally one would come forward.

'Daddy,' said a small child, coming forward to its father. 'Daddy, what's the matter? Where's uncie Wayman?'

Globox's lips trembled slightly as he turned to face his child. 'Nothing's the matter,' he said, trying but failing to smile. 'And uncle Rayman isn't here.' He turned back to gaze at the shoe, the last memory of his friend 'I don't know where he is.'

There was a sudden hush around the clearing, for everybody had heard the same sound: a small ruffling amongst the trees. Globox's kids ran down to Globox, and stood around him, hoping that he could protect them.

Now the trees were moving slightly, and everybody knew that somebody or something was coming out of the trees. Ly moved into an attacking stance, but did not charge up a powerball.

The trees parted, and out limped Rayman, using some crutches made out of wood. There was a stunned silence as he looked around the clearing. Then there was a stunning cheer. Rayman winced slightly, but smiled. He stepped forward toward his shoe. A ray of magical energy erupted from where his leg would be. It connected with the shoe, and connected the shoe with Rayman's body. Rayman's crutches fell to the floor, and there was another cheer.

Rayman looked into Ly's eyes. He smiled again. She knew what he was saying.

Thank you.

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The cave was huge. Enormous, gigantic! It was a catacomb of tunnels and networks. Rayman had trouble finding his way through. It was very dark in the tunnels, and hard to see. Twice Rayman ended up finding the same dead end.

Eventually, his eyes grew accustomed to the dark. He recognised ways that he had been before and slowly – though he didn't know it – he was making progress. Gradually, the walls began to change: becoming more looked-after, and once or twice he thought he saw a few things that looked like pictures.

It was very boring inside the caves, so Rayman thought back to peaceful days. He remembered the times before even Mr. Dark had invaded. He smiled at the memories of the Anitoons: those pink little creatures were still around, but many had been scared off Rayman's planet after that. Then he remembered about the times when he had been stuck inside the prison on Razorbeard's ship.

He remembered something; the first power that Ly had given him. The power to make spheres! He had forgotten about them! He wondered if he could still do it.

He closed his eyes, concentrating on making a sphere glowing bright in his hand, just like Ly. He smiled. It didn't feel like nothing had happened, so with a sigh he opened his eyes.

But lo and behold! There it was: a perfect yellow sphere inside his hands, glowing with an intensity unmatched by anything Rayman had ever seen before. He must have grown stronger since the last time he had tried to make one. He could see around the cave. Fierce bolts of electricity now jumped from the sphere. Rayman put it out without throwing it. He tried making one again, but this time he stopped growing it when it was bright enough to look around clearly.

There were wooden beams holing up the crumbling parts of the wall. There were markings on the wall. Rayman bent closer to examine them.

They seemed to be painted, and they also all seemed to be linked. The first one showed four different beings. One seemed to be hidden by a cloud of flame. The next was the most beautiful person Rayman had ever seen.

She had long wavy blue hair, and a purple skin. She wore a chain around her forehead, made of sliver that seemed to capture the sunlight, and throw it back. In the middle of it, was a small silver moon hanging down in the middle of her head, just above the nose, and between the eyes. The eyes! They were a clear blue, and there was a huge amount of intelligence behind them. They glowed with a bright light, seeming to make the picture almost seem alive. She had full red lips, and pearly white teeth. There was a small chain hanging down from her ear: this also had a crescent moon on it. Through the moon, another chain hung down, going through the centre of the crescent. At the end of it was what seemed like a small claw. There was also a silver necklace round her neck; like many half-circles entwined. Some leaves were in her hair; green even though they were nowhere near water.

Rayman gazed at her for a few seconds, and then turned to the next person. This one seemed to be surrounded by a sandstorm of some sort, but he gave Rayman an ominous feeling. Rayman turned to the next picture, and gasped.

It was Polokus!

Rayman looked at it in confusion. What would Polokus be doing in a carving like this? Rayman shook his head, then suddenly remembered his task. He continued to walk.

As he walked past the picture, a small gleam of red eyes opened in the shadows. If you saw them, you could just have imagined a frown attached to them, its brow furrowed. It shouldn't have come to this. Rayman should not have gotten past the slaves, and the slave masters, and most of all, he shouldn't have remembered his power. But then the eyes seem to straighten again, the brow no longer furrowed. It was highly unlikely that Rayman would evade the next trap.

And if you listened carefully, you could have heard a small cackle.

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Yes, I know, its shorter then the previous chapter.

Btw, when the eyes appear, all you can see IS THE EYES! Not the brow, u have to IMAGINE that k?

(7 pages :O) I managed to put this onto ff.net by going to the library XD I gotta admit I was quick!