Here is Chapter 3 everyone! I worked hard on this one, so I hope you all like it!

Chapter 3: To the Arena

"So…" I began, "where exactly are you taking us?" I couldn't help but ask, even though I had a good idea of where we were going.

"I am taking you to the palace," Damas exclaimed. HA! I knew it! I felt as if I was a psychic in this world after playing the game so many times. Maybe I could get a job as one here…nah.

"You two seem to remind me of the other two who had just arrived. In fact, he is at the palace now." Hehe, I bet he means Jak and Daxter. It would be so awesome to meet them in person too! I could hardly wait to get there. Apparently, Kyle noticed my expression.

"And just what are you so happy about?" said Kyle looking up at me, "Incase you haven't noticed, we're trapped in a fucking game here."

"Trust me, this will be cool." Obviously, Kyle wasn't having as much fun as I was, not to say that I was actually having fun. Deep down I was worried like hell how we were going to get back home. I mean, they don't even have Dr Pepper here, just water! I need my caffeine!

We were all riding the elevator up to the top of the palace. Once we reached the top, Damas told us to sit down by the water. I noticed him approaching someone else. Just as I thought, it was Jak and Daxter. Of course, I didn't want to have them notice me staring at them, so I quickly turned back around and focused my attention on the ripples of water caused by Kyle's backstrokes. I did listen in on their conversation though, noticing it was a lot like the one in the beginning of the game, but with some minor alterations.

"I love water, oh yes, it's so good." Daxter was muttering, splashing around in the water, "desert bad…"

"So you've come back from the dead, have you?" Jak looked up at Damas. "And to think my monks were ready to pray for you! I am Damas, king of Spargus."

Jak cocked and eyebrow. "Spargus?" he inquired. "Wait," he said, "no one lives outside Haven's walls. Not a whole city."

"Ah yes," Damas chuckled, "we are the forgotten ones. Haven City's refuse, thrown out and left to die…just like you and them." He pointed to Kyle and me. Why does he have to just presume we were thrown out of Haven? I haven't even explained how we got here.

"But," Damas continued, "now that your lives has been saved, they now belong to the people of Spargus, and we will use them well…if they are actually worth

anything." Daxter immediately fixed Damas with an uneasy stare. I couldn't help but snicker, but then I realized that I was staring again and whipped back around.

"Hey!" Daxter interrupted, approaching Damas, "that sounds like a bad deal!"

No shit Sherlock.

"You are in no position to deal. Out here everything is either useful or dead weight. Prove yourselves worthy or the desert will be your grave!"

Then it struck me. We can't prove ourselves! We're only two 14-year-old nerds!

Jak got up. "You need to work on making a better first impression," he growled.

Damas laughed and pointed at Jak. "Here in the unforgiving Wasteland we value strength and survival above all. We will see where all of you stand soon enough. Complete your training, and then enter battle in the Arena. Only the bravest crawl out and are allowed to stay in Spargus. It's quite simple really." Damas turned away and began to walk towards us. "As for you," he said, "you must do the same.

Oh goodie.

Daxter crawled up on Jak's shoulder. "Er…and the ones that don't crawl back out?"

Damas chuckled and turned back to the two of them. "Then it will be as if we never found you."

Daxter gulped. "I was afraid you were gonna say that."

All of a sudden, everyone grew quiet. I turned back around to see Jak, Daxter and Damas staring at me. Then it hit me, I had mouthed Daxter's last line. My face grew bright red and I turned back around, going back to staring at the water.

"Now, both of you, head to the arena. You must now prove yourselves to become citizens of Spargus."

As the door began to open in front of the four of us, my knees began to shake. I was nervous like hell. Trust me, from what I learned in science class, water good, lava bad. Oh, there was lava, ALOT of lava. As we were standing on the platform getting ready to go down into the arena, Pecker's voice was then heard throughout the stands.

"Pecker, there you are!" said Jak, "what happened to you?"

"Damas says I am to be his new councilor," Pecker explained, bowing. "He says that my wisdom will serve him well. Oh, and ah…" he added, "he also says that you two are most likely to die in the Arena today, and he hopes you death is very ahh…"

"Will you stop that!" Daxter interrupted, "Damas can talk for himself."

"He is right," Damas said, "you will most likely die. And yes, Pecker is my new advisor." Damas looked over at Pecker, who nodded and flew down in front of us.

"Unlike you, some people actually appreciate my talents," Pecker taunted.

"Anyway, it beats working for a living. I saw some of the fights earlier. Oooo…not a pretty sight." Pecker shuddered.

I couldn't help but snicker. It had to be one of my favorite lines in the game. I quickly shut my mouth when I saw Kyle staring at me in a "we-are-about-to-die-and-your-are-LAUGHING!" way.

"Why you little…" Daxter hissed.

"Oh, and who is this?" said Pecker, turning to Kyle and me.

Jak spoke up, "this is uhh…hey," Jak nudged me with his elbow, "I never got your name."

"Oh, I'm Dax, and this is Kyle," I said pointing from myself to Kyle standing next to me.

"Heh." Jak turned to Daxter, "maybe I shouldn't call you Dax around them huh Daxter?"

"Ha ha ha," Daxter said sarcastically, "name stealer…"

"Let the games begin!" And with that, the four of us began our decent into the arena below.