Hey, Jordan Mar here! This chapter is actually quite funny. Wait 'til you find out who the princess is! It might not be who you guessed, or you maybe right. Just wait and see!

Chapter Five: Krishna

"Jak, we have to go get her!" cried Tess, jumping back to his shoulder. "She can't make it on her own!"

"Who cares!" Every head turned towards Christina. "She was just a selfish retch that couldn't keep up with modern style and attitude!"

"I'll tell you Christina," said Keira with an unusually stern voice. "You may have the style, but I think Jordan has more attitude sense than you!" She crossed her arms and huffed. "So are we going to Spargus or what?"

"On one condition," said Jak, pulling out his Morph Gun. "You stay out here for a night, and we might consider letting you go with us to find Jordan." The teen pouted and stuck out her bottom lip. "But-"

"Nope! It's your choice! You can either endure one night, or you can go forever!"

"Fine! I'll stay out here!" As she watched the rest leave without her, she couldn't help but feel responsible for Jordan's reaction. "Damn it," she mumbled, sitting down and trying her hardest to make herself comfortable. "It's her fault I'm out here. If she hadn't been such a tomboy I wouldn't have made fun of her."

Jordan huffed angrily. Two? TWO? What could he possibly know about torture? I mean, I know that Dark Eco is horrible stuff, but he's got it easy! At least they didn't keep him afterwards for slavery work... Her anger only grew worse as she thought about Christina. "Grrrrrrr!" she growled, clenching her teeth until they hurt. "She's such a...a...there's not a word bad enough for her!"

"You there!" What the? "Yes, you! Standing next to that rock!" She looked over to her side. I'M standing next to a rock! "I'm glad I found you!" Within seconds a boy that looked about her age came running to her side. "Um...hello?" she said, raising one eyebrow as he bent over panting.

His long, black hair was pulled back into a ponytail with a couple of strands hanging in front of his face. Emerald green eyes shown with determination and adventure, something that Jordan had been searching for insomeone all her life. The boy's face wasn't tight from years of torture, but nice and relaxed with freedom. He wore a white a tanktop and blood red pants to match the cloth that held back his hair. All Jordan could do was stare.

"Um, excuse me? Hello?" he said nervously, catching her never ending gaze. Never in her long years had she seen anyone so handsome and regal like a prince. Unfortunatly, she couldn't control the question that was boring a hole into her mind for the last fifteen seconds. "Are you some sort of prince?" He gave a slight chuckle and stood up straight. "No, but there's something that I need to ask you!"

"And what would that be?" she asked, again lifting her leg much like she did when Christina called her a tomboy. Jordan could feel the cool metal against her hand at last. The boy saw her touch the hem of her pants and smiled. He reached behind his back and drew a dagger exactly like hers. "I don't think you'll be needing that, Jordan..."

"Wait, how do you know my name?" Jordan drew the dagger from under the leg of her pants and held it towards him. "I know many things about you. Like where you came from, who you are traveling with. In fact, I believe you are traveling with the Princess of Amorad..." Her eyes widened with astonishment. "Really?" Wow, I was with the Princess all along! But who is it?

"Is it...Tess?" He shook his head no. "Is it...Keira?" Once again, he shook his head from side to side. "Is it...oh God, please don't tell me it's Christina!" Yet again, he said no. "Hmmm...If nobody I'm traveling with is the princess, then that must mean..." Her eyes widened as he nodded his head up and down. "That's right, Your Highness. You are the Princess of Amorad!"

"HAHAHAHAHAHA! How do ya' like that, son of a- OMPH!" Tiffany collapsed due to the small rock lauched at her head. "Fine then, if that's the way you wanna' play..." She picked up the rock and hurled it back at the guard that was hot on her trail. Just like she had planned, it hit him square between the eyes. "HA! Catch me now!" That was all the guard needed to get back on his feet and begin chasing her again.

"You're so slow!" she taunted, obviously amused by his struggles. "What kind of prison is this? I've seen better security at Haven!" Once again she took off, this time out the door. "FREEEEEEEEE!" she screamed as she fell on her knees. Snapping back to reality, she knew this wasn't the time to celebrate. She was still in Amorad. "Gotta' find Jordan. No telling WHAT they've done to her...And I don't even know who THEY are!" Worried for her friend, she scrambled to her feet and sprinted toward the city gates. Many citizens had heard about her already, so most of them tried to grab her as she ran.

Wait a minute... "I have to talk to the King..." Screeching to a halt, she wound back and ran the other way towards the humongous tower on the other side of the city. I should have told her about this so long ago... It's not fair that she's getting punished. It's not fair that I'M getting punished! I was only protecting her...from the truth. Surely they would have killed her by now if she knew the truth! As soon as I find the King, I have to talk to Mar...

About two minutes later she arrived at the fort. Careful as not to be discovered, she peeked around the doorway to make sure that the same guard that had been chasing her had not alerted the tower guards already. "Hey! You!" Damn...busted. But just before she had readied herself for battle, the familiar face that had called her stopped her from launching at him. "Tristan?"

"Tiffany? My sister! What are you doing here?" Tiffany embraced her older brother with excitement and relief. "I can't believe it's beeneight years! How's Jordan?" She froze at his last words. "J-Jordan?"

"Yeah! The one that Mar said to protect. You know! His daughter?" Now that he was talking to her like an idiot, she felt less happy to see him. And the fact that she had no idea where Jordan was only added to her misery. "Yeah, I know. Listen, Jordan's gone. They kicked her out of the camp. I've been lying to you these past few years. She's been a slave. There was nothing I could do..." He lowered his head and sighed. "Tiffany, you know it was your duty to protect her..."

"And I did! I made sure those bastards didn't kill her every day!" He fell silent at her sudden outburst. "Now, Tiffany...What do you suppose we should do?"

"First, I need to see the King. He needs to know that she's still alive and well...I guess." Thoughts of her friend being dead scared her more than anything. "We have to get her on the throne. The poor old man can't handle it anymore," commented Tristan, looking down at the floor. "Do you have any idea as to her current location?"

"Well, is anyone searching for her?"

"Do you remember your old friend Krishna?"

"Yes! How is he?"

"He is out searching for her right now. Maybe if we contact him..."

"But we must see the King first!" Tristan sighed and grabbed her by the hand. The corridors were unusually empty, but Tiffany didn't complain since she was currently a convict. Once at the large doors that lead to the Grand Room, they took a deep breath and shoved them open...

"Urk...um...I," she stuttered, at a loss for words at what she had just heard. ME? How? What? When? Where? WHY? "Er, are you okay?" Krishna asked worriedly. "Y-yes," she said dryly. Sitting down on the ground with her, he began to explain. "Jordan, it was Tiffany that revealed your whereabouts to us. She's not who you think she is."

"She's not?"

"No. She is the Great Tristan's younger sister. It was her job to protect you as you went about your life in the camp. We didn't want to take you away from what you seemed so happy with."

"Well, you got it all wrong," she replied. "I wasn't happy!"

"How can that be? When you were five-"

"When I was five I wasn't in slavery!" she screamed, standing up with rage. "For eight years I've been in slavery. My foster parents were killed by Damas. Then that brat Christina came along. She told lies until she got her way and I was nearly beaten to death! Does that sound like a happy life to you?"

"No...no it doesn't. I thought Tiffany would have taken better care of you..."

"And she did! No one in the camp gave a damn but Tiffany, she was the one who stood up for me. After I was thrown out of camp, I was told that she was KILLED! I thought I would commit scuicide that night but I didn't because Tess found me. If it weren't for this I would be dead!" Krishna fell silent as she once again sat down to catch her breath. "I'm sorry," she said quietly. "I don't-"

"Don't apologize. You've had so much bottled up. Just take it easy. Everything will be okay..."

"No, nothing will be okay. Tiffany's not dead, but she's not safe either. If I don't get to Amorad and take the trone, everything will go to hell!"

"That's why we have to get out of here. But first, let's find your father..." The truth hit her like a bucket of ice water. "That's right! Jak is my dad!" Wasting no time, she took off in the direction she came, leaving Krishna behind. "I'll wait here!" he called after her. She almost didn't hear him. Jordan was too busy concentrating on how she was to tell him that she was his daughter.

Hi, Jak! Remember when I said that Amorad and Mar had a daughter? Well, that's me!

No way...

Jak, I am your DAUGHTER!

That's too creepy...

Um, Jak? We need to talk. I recently found out that I am the Princess of Amorad! Which makes you my father. You don't have to believe me, but I would feel a lot better if someone trusted me...

Yeah! That would work!

HAHAHAHAHAHA! I will leave it there for now. Until then, think of ways that Jak would react whenever I tell him I'm his daughter!