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Disclaimer: I own nothing from the Jak saga. Naughty Dog owns everything.

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Chap. 13

A Past Revealed

Last time:

'Let me out!' Dark pleaded, 'It's the only way we're going tosurvive this!'

'Never! I told you I would never let you out again!' Another Crab jumped off the cliff and came towards me. I glanced around to see that Jak and Ashelin were both busy with their own problems and groaned. 'Alright, but only for a second, got it?'

'Yeah, I got it.' Was the response. I felt the dark eco stored inside my body burst free in one huge shockwave that knocked the Metal Heads away. Then, I went after them.

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My claws tore through the nearest Metal Head's pathetic armor and hit its vital organs. How I knew where they were, I'll never know, but the creature died instantly. My blood lust grew higher and I turned to the next one, slashing it to ribbons. Then a third, a fourth, and after the fifth I lost count. I ripped off the last Juice Goon's skull gem and rammed it down his throat, then changed back quickly, before Ashelin had the chance to turn around and see me. Fortunately, she was occupied with the last few Crabs. Unfortunately, Jak had seen me and was giving me a look of anger, which I didn't understand at the moment, but shrank away from anyways. I went around and picked up the skull gems ignoring the glare that I was still being given.

I heard a thump as the last Metal Head finally died. "That was the last of them." She said, walking back over to her vehicle and jumping on top. I rolled my eyes in disgust as I saw Jak watching Ashelin with the look of a child in a candy store.

Daxter leaned against the cruiser and looked up at Ashelin, "Watching me take care of those Metal Heads was, ahh... pretty... exciting, wasn't it sugar?" He was blown away by a gust of air as the motor started up. "Hey, sweet stripes, gimme them digits so I can look you up sometime. We'll party hard, big city style!" He yelled, fighting against the wind blowing him away from the vehicle.

Ashelin wisely ignored him, and turned to Jak. "Tell Torn that Baron Praxis is planning something big. I think it has to do with that symbol." She pointed to the rock next to her that had the Seal of Mar on it.

"What is it?" Jak asked, his voice raising so he could be heard over the engine.

"It's the seal of the House of Mar. The founder of Haven City. We're being sent on 'suicide missions' to recover artifacts from the time of his rule." She slid into the cruiser. "If curiosity's worth dying for, you can ask the blind, old soothayer in the bazaar named Onin. She might know something about all this. Here's my bazaar access security pass." She tossed the pass to Jak, who opened it up.

"Your name's Ashelin, huh?"

"We're even now." She told him, flying off.

Daxter walked over next to Jak's leg, "Wow! What a woman! Rrrrow!" He exclaimed, making some self-explanatory gestures with his hands.

I shook my head, "Men." I muttered, starting to walk off.

A hand on my shoulder stopped me, "Wait a sec, Raye." Jak ordered, turning me around.

"What?"

"Do you know how reckless you were back there!"

"I'm reckless! Look who's talking Mr. I-can't-see-the-Hellcat-right-in-front-of-me!" I yelled, storming off towards the city. "You're the one who nearly got us all killed!"

"That's off the point!" He protested, following me.

"Of course it is! When I do something to try and save our asses, you get to yell at me about it, but if you do something to endanger our lives, I can't yell at you! Oh yeah, that's fair!" I threw my hands up in the air.

"You're the one who distracted me while I was driving!"

I turned around to face him, "I never made you turn around! You did that on your own! It's called free will, Jak!" I stomped off again before he could protest.

"Where are you going?"

"Far away from you! Quit trying to be my big brother!" I yelled over my shoulder, walking away again.

"Unless you've forgotten, I have the pass to see the old soothsayer, remember?" I paused to consider this.

"Fuck you." I yelled, running off towards the door to get back into Haven City. I was panting tiredly by the time I got halfway through the Water Slums. I looked back to see Jak walking through the crowd, obviously looking for me, and talking to Daxter. I sighed and stayed where I was. He couldn't do anything to me, not in this big of a crowd. Espescially with a bunch of KG around. He saw me and ran over.

"Are you insane!" He whispered, grabbing my arm tightly and making me wince.

"What are you going to do? Hit me?" I asked. He glared at me but didn't do anything. His grip lessened, and I jerked my arm out of his grasp, "Look, before you go all evil and dark eco powered on me, I'm sorry. It's just that... nevermind. We should go see the Oracle."

Jak grabbed my arm again, gently this time, but still hard enough to make me stop "No, not 'nevermind'. What?"

I shook my head, "I don't want to talk about it." I told him, pushing the door open. I opened my pack and set the fifty gems on the floor, then prepared myself for the pain of the eco beam. It didn't hurt as much this time, but it did hurt.

"The Metal Heads have always feared that you would be re-united, angry ones. Even now, the Metal Head leader realizes that if you work together, you can destroy him and save the last chance for our race. You must remember that your past is always within plain sight, you just may not be able to reach it." Jak and I dropped to the ground. "You now have control of another dark power!"

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I walked out of the hut, shaking my head. "That Oracle speaks in riddles. I can never get riddles!" I moaned.

"Well, I know about my past. Maybe it was talking to you?" Jak suggested. I shook my head.

"No way, I know where I grew up." I protested.

Daxter clapped his paws over our mouths, "You two can argue this out later. I say we go use that pass and visit the soothsayer." He paused, "What is a soothsayer anyway?"

I removed his paw, "A soothsayer is a person who foretells the future."

"I knew that. I was just making sure that you knew." Daxter said.

"Sure ya' were." I laughed, hopping on a parked zoomer.

Jak shook his head, "You are not driving."

"Oh really? Well guess what? Either you find yourself a zoomer, or I'm driving." I smiled sweetly at him, "Take your pick."

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I braked the zoomer when we reached the entrance to the bazaar, "Okay, we can't take this any further." I said, jumping off.

Jak hopped off behind me, "That was the most embarrassing ride of my life."

I put her hands on her hips, "Why? Because I was driving?" I walked past him and into the bazaar. "Or was it because I was driving just as fast as you do and didn't crash anything?" I laughed at his slightly pink face and kept walking. 'Let him catch up on his own.' I thought as I heard Jak running up behind me.

"You," He said, "Are getting a really bad habit of ditching me."

I laughed, "Well, I'm obviously not very good at it. Alright, where's this stupid hut?" I asked as we turned yet another corner.

Jak pointed at the oh-so-familiar tent near the far wall, "Think that might be it?" I gave him a 'you think?' look and walked towards it. As soon as we were inside, my nose was filled with the smells of incensce and all the other things that you'd expect Onin's tent to be filled with. I also noticed that there was bird seed strewn across the floor in some places. Jak walked in behind me.

"Coooool! Check out all the dead stuff!" Right on cue, Daxter poked Pecker, who was hanging by his tail from a pole. Pecker bit his finger. "Owwww!"

"Touch the goods again, rat boy, and you'll be, arrrk, counting with your toes!" Pecker yelled, flying over to rest in Onin's hat. Jak, Daxter, and I started giggling. Jak and I were the only two polite enough to do it behind our hands, though. "Yes, yes I know... my mother, she was... very vindictive. I am Onin's interpreter." Onin suddenly clapped, sending quite pretty blue sparks flying from her hands, and started making symbols with them. "Onin welcomes you... blah, blah, blah, blah, blah... the usual boring salutations. She says it is good to see you again, Jak. And you as well, Raye.

Jak crossed his arms, confused. "But we've never met before."

I nodded, "Yeah, same here."

Pecker shrugged, "Before... after... it is all the same." He started to say something else, but was cut off by Daxter's big yap.

"Oh! Oh! Let me try! Ahhh... She wants a... she wants a Yakow bone! A Yakow bladder! No... no... I got it! For many moons... she has... waited for... a juice pop? Oh... oh... I know, she's got a hairball! A hair lip? A hairy chest?" I finally stopped laughing enough to clamp my hand over Daxter's mouth.

Pecker flew over and landed on a table next to us. "Close... but NO!" He yelled, obviously annoyed about the interruption, "Onin says you seek answers... aarrrkk... about the Tomb of Mar."

"So what do we need to know?" Jak asked.

"And what do we need to get and from where?" I added.

Pecker looked at his wrinkled boss, "She's going on and on about mystical energy channels, evil curses, stupid 'ooooooo' crap." He flew back to Onin's hat, "Forget all that, I'm gonna sum this up quickly because now you're cutting into my siesta time. Onin wants you to recover three artifacts from the Precursor Mountain Temple. Not two! Not four! Three!" Onin helped emphasis this fact by holding up her fingers every time Pecker said a different number and nodding when he said "three". "Use the Warp Gate at the North West side of the city and bring the three items you find." He said closing his eyes and shooing us out. But when we were half-way out the door, he spoke back up. "Hey, Fossil Lady, I'm trying to sleep!" We all turned back around to see Onin knock Pecker out of her hat with those weird blue things. "Alright, alright." He flew back up. "Onin says that only Jak should go. She says she needs to talk to Raye." Jak gave me a confused look and I shrugged.

"Go on. I'll still be here when you get back." I told him walking back inside the tent and sitting down in front of Onin. "Alright, what did you need to talk to me about? Because I'd really rather be helping Jak with-"

Pecker cut me off, "Yes, yes, she knows. She says that this is more important. What could be more important than my siesta, I don't know, but..." Onin made some more gestures. "Alright, I'm going. Onin says-"

"That she knows that I'm not from this world." I said. Pecker gaped at me.

"You can understand her!"

I blinked, "No, I just guessed." I told him sheepishly.

"Well don't do it again." He ordered. "But anyway, Onin says that you want to know more about why you're here, correct?" I nodded, "Thought so. Lean forward." He ordered. I hesitated. "Were you not listening to me!"

"Sheesh, alright. Don't lose any feathers, bird brain." I muttered, leaning forward. Onin placed her hands on my forehead and I gasped as memories flooded into my head.

I was standing in a decorated room with two people I recognized as Onin and Samos. Pecker was there, as usual, on Onin's hat. Samos was holding something, and talking to Onin quietly. "She should be safe in this different world."

Onin nodded and made a few symbols. Pecker looked over the edge of her hat and nodded, "Onin said that she agrees completely. After what happened to the boy, we can't take any risks." Pecker looked at the object Samos was holding and glanced around nervously. "Are you sure she won't wake up? Because if she wakes up and starts crying, and someone hears her-"

Samos shushed him, "Don't worry. I gave her a large enough dosage where she shouldn't wake up." I walked over and looked to see what Samos was holding. I gasped when I saw it. In his arms was a little girl, about three years old, sleeping peacefully. She squirmed a bit in Samos' grip as he stepped up to what looked like yet another Rift Ring. "May the Precursors watch over you." He said, placing the girl in a vehicle in front of the Rift Ring. He stepped away and it started, shooting the girl through the ring.

Onin pulled her hand away and the memory faded. I blinked and put a hand to my head, dizzy. "Well? Have you figured it out yet, or do I have to spell it out for you?" Pecker asked.

"That little girl... it was me, wasn't it?" I asked.

Pecker smacked himself in the forehead, "She's finally got it!"

I stood up, "Listen you smart-ass little monkaw, I-" Onin clapped again, making more blue sparkly stuff fly everywhere. I stopped yelling at Pecker and sat back down.

Pecker looked at me smugly, earning him a glare. "Anyway, Onin says that you're right. You started out here, and have come back to fufill your destiny, as it was stated in the prophecy."

Now I was really confused, "Destiny? Prophecy? I was perfectly happy not knowing about any of this and living a normal life! I'm eighteen for god's sake, I don't want to have to fufill some ancient prophecy!" I was yelling now.

Pecker had his ears plugged, "Are you done now?"

I nodded. "Yeah, I feel better." I looked back at Onin. "In that memory... the boy that Samos was talking about... it was the kid Jak and I met earlier wasn't it?"

Onin nodded and Pecker sighed. "Onin says that once again, you are correct. Beginner's luck is what I'd say, but I'm just interpreting." He shrugged and Jak walked back in with Daxter nursing a burnt tail on his shoulder.

"I told you not to touch anything. Hi Raye."

I stood up and dusted off. "Hey. Shall we go?" I asked, letting him walk out before me.

"So what'd Onin want to talk to you about?"

I shrugged, "Nothing important." I lied. "What happened to Daxter's tail?" I asked, changing the subject, even though I knew perfectly well what happened.

"Funny story behind that, actually." Jak said, laughing a little. "See, he wasn't listening when I told him not to touch anything, and-"

"It wasn't funny!" Daxter said, holding his tail. "My poor tail." He whined. I shook my head and laughed.

"I told you not to mess with anything!" Jak said, still laughing. I laughed again and looked at Daxter's tail. About three inches of tail from the tip up was singed black.

"Here, let me see." I said, grabbing his tail above the burn. I sighed and ripped a strip of cloth off the bottom of my shirt. I took him off of Jak's shoulder and set him on the ground. "Hold still." I wrapped my makeshift bandage around his tail and tied it tightly. Not very well, but it would do for the moment.

"YEEEOWCH!" Daxter yelped loudly. I clapped a hand over his mouth.

"Shut up. I had to tie it tight or it would get infected. Then we might of had to amputate your tail." I hissed, into his ear. He stopped whining and hopped back onto Jak's shoulder. I stood back up. "Shall we go see if someone's got a mission for us?" I asked. Jak shrugged and nodded.

"I guess so. There's nothing better to do."

"I say we go to see Krew. He's closest." I said, walking into the Industrial Section.

"Getting lazy?" He asked.

"Been spending to much time around Daxter." I told him. There was an immediate protest of "Hey!" from the ottsel, but nothing more.

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DR: Sorry, I know this chapter sucks, but it was the only thing I could think of! Sorry, sorry, and, again, SORRY! And yes, I know that if someone did start arguing with Jak, they wouldn't survive to finish the argument, but I can't exactly kill off Raye, so...

Puck: I think they get it.

DR: Shut up you. Read and Review everyone! Once I get at least five reviews for this chapter, I'll update.