Chapter Thirteen: The Prophecy of Eternal Peace
"Jooooooordan." Ugh, just leave me alone... "Joooooooooooooooooordan!" Please, just go away!
"JORDAN!"
"Alright I'm up!" I sat up in my bed and rubbed my eyes. It was three o'clock in the morning. "Was' da' rush?" Jak and Daxter sat at the edge of my bed. "We're gonna' meet Sig today! He's takin' us to go get Vegar!"
"Can't we get him here?"
"He's fled for theWasteland," Jak said glumly. Poor Jak hadn't been in the best of moods since he was informed that Vegar was once again on the loose. "We'll have to search for him..." I didn't think it was a problem, but Tiffany...
"I'll be damned if I'm going out into a desert hell-hole!" she yelled. I put my fingers in my ears to try to block it out. It wasn't working. "Remember the last time you went out on a mission!"
"Relax! We're goin' with Sig and there's no magnets out there! Besides, you've taken out muh braces already!"
"Somehow you've missed the point! I'm not worried about myself, Jordan. I'm worried about you."
"How touching..."
"Jordan Eli-"
"GOD DAMN IT! DON'T SAY MY MIDDLE NAME!"
"Jordan Elizabeth Dronebarger!"
"That's it!" I felt like leaping at her. Control yourself! Instead of killing her, I steadily put my hand down to my side and took a deep breath. It's okay... I couldn't help but let a small tear drop down to the floor as I shakily said what had been on my mind all along. "T-Tiff, i-if I don't d-do this, there may not be another chance..." Finally, I buried my head in my hand and choked back all the tears.
"Look, Tiffany, I'm not going to fight with you, soooooo..."
"NO, JORDAN! NO, NO, NO!"
"Suck it up, Tiff. We've only been out here for an hour..." I'd managed to get Tiffany outside the walls of Haven, but she didn't exactly go without a fight. After thirty minutes of chasing her around the city, Jak finally got a hold of her and cuffed her. She was NOT pleased. So not pleased, that she kicked Jak in the most uncomfortable zone on a man's body. Well, he let go quick. As tough as he was, he was no match for what she had in store. It was up to me.
We finally caught when she ran into a dead end. Still, she wouldn't move. "Come on, Sig's comin'!"
"Who the hell is Sig!"
"He's a really really tough guy, he wouldn't let anything happen to us!" She stared suspiciously. "How do I know?"
"Just trust me." I reached out and grabbed the hand cuffs, but she tore them away. "Un-cuff me."
"You'll run."
"No I won't!"
"Yes you will." I grabbed the cuffs again and held on tight. Even Tiffany was no match for my grip. "Just one question before we go."
"What's that?"
"...Tell me later if this hurts or not!" I'm so stupid... Sheripped the cuffs out of my hands once again and hit me over the head. The worst part about these cuffs is that they are made out of the toughest of metal and are extra thick to prevent escape. Note to self: Talk to bastard that invented these things... She hit me hard, but not hard enough. It hurt a lot, but that didn't stop me. Now she had a pretty good lead. Ah, my Dark Powers! I started to speed up to about fifty miles per hour. Sixty. Seventy. Eighty. Ninety! "Gotcha'!"
"Damn it!" I'd never heard Tiffany cuss this much in my life. Not in one day. "Now, about this running away from me...
"Just suck it up, we'll only be out here for a couple of hours..."
"Oh, sure, you say that now but watch a storm blow by!" As if it were magic words that she had just spoken, the wind started to pick up. If you hadn't said anything...
Suddenly, a golden object whizzed past my head. "Great! I'm gonna' die, you're being lazy, and above that, somebody's littering!" The small object flew by again. Next time... "Got it!" It wasn't a piece of gold, but still it looked valuable. "It's...a scroll..."
"What's it say?"
"I dunno', maybe we should take it back to Onin and Pecker..."
"Who?"
"Uh... You'll see..."
Tiffany's Point of Veiw...
"Sooooooo...This Pecker guy's a Monkaw? What the hell is a Monkaw?"
"A cross between a monkey and a mackaw..."
"I hate this place..." Normally, I wouldn't say I hated something or anybody, but I could make an acception for this city. I don't usually cuss either. Right now Haven is having a bad influence on me...
"Here we are!" We stopped in front of a large tent. "You said we were going to Onin and Pecker, not a fortuneteller!"
"Well, in a way, they're kind of fortunetellers..." As we ducked under the door, I took in my surroundings. I swear I've never seen so many dead things in my life. But the number one thing that caught my eye was an old blind woman with a bowl on her head. And inside the bowl sat the Monkaw. "I am Pecker!" He sounded foreign. "I am Onin's interpreter..." She waved her hands in the air and made fantastic glowing symbols in front of me. "She says it's good to finally meet you two..." Jordan was just standing there like she'd done this before.
"Yo, Pecker, I found this scroll outside the city walls. Can ya' shed some light on it?" Pecker flew up into the air and landed on Jordan's shoulder. "Hmmmm." He snatched it out of her hands and gave it to Onin. I didn't know how she read it because she appeared to be blind. This place is creeeeeeepy... "Ah-hah!" I jumped at his sudden movement. "I know what it says! Years may come and years will go-"
"But this scroll tells of the greatest heroes that this city will know.
A warrior's spirit, one of the dark,
One of the Ancient Precursorian mark.
The Warrior fought for all the world,
With his weapons and pride
And two little girls.
The first young woman with the heart of a beast
Fought for her friends, her city,
And her enemy's decease.
The third with the mark of the rule of ancient times
Battled for peace, glory,
And victory sublime.
Years may come and years may go
But this scroll tells of the greatest heroes that this city will know.
So people of this city bow down on your knees,
To the Almighty Jak, Jordan, and Tiffany!"
"J-Jordan, you recited it perfectly! Is that what it really says?"
"I'm afraid so," said Pecker. "Old books and songs tell of how the three heroes of Mar's Prophecy of Eternal Peace. It says that if all three are present, Haven City will no longer in danger or in harm's way!"
"So, we came here for a reason..." Jordan was in deep thought. "So I'm the one with the Dark Spirit, Jak's the one of the Warrior-"
"And I'm the one of the Precursorian Mark!"
"But, where's the mark?" All my life I'd never come across any unusual marks. What could this mean? "Wait, Tiffany. Where's your birthmark?"
"On the back of my neck. Why?" All of a sudden, she put a clawed hand on the back of my neck. Then I heard a strange sizzling noise. "AHHHHHHHGH!" Jordan pulled her hand off of my neck and fell down on the floor. "Jordan!" She was rolling around screaming in pain. "OH MY GOD!" I pried her hand from the other and studied it. "Oh my God..." It was as if the mark branded her. The symbol was scarred into her skin. It looked like a pair of angel wings. Then I figuired it out. I can't touch her... "These...powers," she grunted. "They're...getting worse." Her head spun and hit the floor. "JORDAN!" Pecker flew out the door and called back. "I'll go get help! Stay here and don't touch her!"
Oh God, I'll give up anything if you just let her live! I looked up at Onin. Her lips were pursed and she was waving her hands in a weird motion again. "I'm sorry, I can't understand- Wait, what's that?" It was strange, I could almost understand her. "You want me to do what? Call the Precursors? How? The mark?" I looked back down at Jordan and gasped. Purple tattoos covered her whole body. They swirled around her like they were the long creepy arms that would take her life with just a squeeze.
I put my hand on the back of my neck. "Please, save the Dark One!" As if answering my prayers, a bright light appeared in front of us. Out of the light came three small rodents. They looked like...Ottsels. The first one, which I assumed was the leader, was fat and held a staff. The next looked like he had just got off vacation. And the last looked extremely...stupid. "Ah, so you are Tiffany. Welcome to Haven City!"
"You're a little late for that. Listen, is there any way you can save Jordan. You know, the Dark Spirit?"
"So you have read the scroll?"
"Jordan did. But how did she know it? She didn't even read it!"
"Good question," said the stupid one. The leader rolled his eyes and began to explain. "Mar's Prophecy of Eternal Peace relies on you two. Without you, Jak would have to protect the city for the rest of his life! Now that you and Jordan have come, this city can live in peace. Vegar is the man that you must prove yourselves with. You must defeat him, or else many others will be in danger like your friend." He waved his staff around her head.
"But what can we do to save her?"
"Maybe you can save her."
"But if I touch her she'll get hurt!"
"No, no, no! It was she who touched you! You see, Dark cannot hurt Light, that's why she was burned. Light will always win. But if Light touches Dark, the Dark will disappear!" I thought for a moment and placed my hand on her arm. The claws vanished along with the tattoes. "She's...healing!" Her whole body was back to normal was back to normal within a few minutes. "Now, if you don't mind," said the leader. "We'll be going..."
"Dude, can we get some grub on the way?" The fat one stared at the surfer Ottsel. "Nevermind..." With that, they jumped into the portal just as Jak and the gang showed up. "What was that?" said Torn.
"It was...the Precursors!"
