Disclaimer: I don't own Jak 2, Jak 3, or any other things in this story. Unless you are talking about Kaze or any other OC character. I own those.
This story will take the place of Jak 2 and Jak 3. It will probably be Au.
Here I am, walking home just like any other day. Or night, at the moment. I stayed out much to late. My name is Kaze. 16 years old. I'm from a small elven fishing village called Waterlog. Not much happens in such a small place. We barely even get attacked by Lurkers. Because of this, even though for some reason I can easily channel eco, I have never fought or killed. And I plan to keep it that way. There is supposed to be another person like me from the next village, called Sandover. But I never checked for his name. It just didn't seem important. Besides, I have way too much to do.
You want to know why I have too much to do? Well, to put it bluntly, I am an orphan. And you have to do a lot when you live alone. I know it sounds sad, but I can't really bring myself to mourn my parents, because I never knew them.
Apparently, when I was only a few months old, I was found on the outskirts of the village with the two mangled bodies which were supposedly my parents. I don't know what they looked like, or even their names. I just know I'm not from Waterlog. That's fine though. I like it here. But, enough of that, it's not important.
What's important right now is this weird feeling I'm getting. Like I know something bad is going to happen, but I don't know what it is yet. A few seconds later I got my answer.
There was the sound of a big explosion from the direction of Sandover village, and thick, black smoke rose into the sky. Then, some strange creatures with what looked like large gems in their foreheads came flying towards Waterlog village, or more precisely, him.
Why are they flying right towards ME? Kaze thought, as every single monster seemed to converge on his position. And the last thing he saw before he blacked out...
Was a giant head looking at him.