Hey people! Sorry about the wait, but my internet went down for a week or so, and after swearing, kicking the modem and phoning tech support repeatly, it turned out to be faultly wiring.

God, those tech guys hated me.

Anyway, to my two wonderful reviewers

yes for 1 2:

Emily:

Yeah, I would LOVE to join your C2. One Question, How? Lol. J/K fan, not really. I like all pairings. Including / especially Slash. But don't count your chickens before their hatched – Jak's sexuality is complicated. As will kinda be (vaguly) hinted at in this chapter. So it could be J/K or it could be completely different. It probably will be actually.

Amathest:

Lol, is that a good OH-MY-GOD or a bad one?

babyblues15:

Actually, Jak's age may come up a couple of times. The way I worked it out was starting from the assumption he was 14 in TPL, which took around 2 months (I dunno, they WERE touring the world, right?) A month later, they use the time-travel thingy and end up in Haven City. When he is sixteen, Daxter busts him out of jail. After a month, they defeat Kor. When he's 17, he gets chucked out of the Haven. After say, two months he meets the precursors. Now MY story takes place 9 months after the game so he's like 18 years, 4 months old.

DISCLAIMER: If you think I own Jak and co. you are officially on crack.

ON WITH THE FIC!


A lone figure sat on the temple floor, tracing patterns on the dusty, seamless stonework with see-through fingers. The light blue and pinky-purple streaks in her hair fairly glowed in the torchlight.

"How much longer do I have to wait?" She asked the statue that stood in the centre of the hall. The bronze statues eyes glowed, one blue the other purple, and spoke.

"Not long…Mage." Its booming voice answered. "The Sages of Darkness have risen, and they are releasing the bane of us all, the one held prisoner. And the healer will rise from the same cage, thus freeing the prison, but dooming humanity in the same instance."

"Tell me again," she murmered, in a sad, dreamy way, "tell me again why I had to leave. Why every thing started to go wrong."

"We were doomed from the begging. The fabric of space, time, everything, it was peppered with worm-holes, black holes. They grew so large that the material of exsistane looked like a net. Held together by prayers. Then one of those hallowed threads snapped."



Jinx stood amongst the rubble of what had been a city. Not a particularly wealthy city. Not a particularly beautiful city. Hell, not even a particularly nice city. But it had been a city. And now it was rubble. Or underwater. Or both.

'At least it ain't burnin' anymore…' Thought Jinx miserably, shifting yet another lump of rock, afraid to see what was underneath. The pyromaniac was not, by nature, weak-stomached, but some of the corpses he had found were less like bodies an more like slurry, some much so that it was impossible to tell how many people were dead, let alone identify the corpses.


This cosmic…unraveling, it sent shockwaves through the seven dimensions. The first three dimenions: hight, length and bredth distorted slightly. The fourth, Time formed paradoxes, The fifth and sixth dimensions, home to the beings of light and dark were nearly ripped apart. The seventh, the Precursorian dimension suffured greatly."


Jinx twisted away when the reek of charred meat reached his nose. Blackened red tar coated the underside of the rock he had just picked up. He threw it down, and hurled.

Torn knew how Jinx felt. He personally thought it would have been easier if they just bulldozed the area…but that would have been immoral, or so he was told. He looked over his shoulder to see Samos floating around, looking for survivors.

"There isn't anybody left Samos. I need you to go to Ashlin, to discuss the damage."

Samos nodded a touch grimly, and then drifted away in the direction to the palace.

Torn turned his eyes back to the scene in front of him. Jinx had straightened up again and was looking around sheepishly. Several other guards and civilians were busy in the noble art of pretending to work. Others were reacting equally badly as Jinx had.

Torn signed, and called for a break.


"The Precursors, seeing the damage, created machines powered by Light and Dark Eco to help repair the dimensions. But they were hi-jacked by Dark-Eco beings, and were used against the Precursors, who they blamed for their homes destruction. Thus the Dark Makers were born."

Ashlin felt the water swirl round her ankles.

"Every single pipe in the palace is currently being used to flood this room." Gol sneered at he woman. "How long do you think it will take? Or the windows to shatter from the weight of the water…"

Ashlin's eyes narrowed. "Why are you doing this?"

"For my own personal amusement. A demonstration, if you will, of what is to come."

Gol grinned, and gestured at the security cameras humming to themselves in the ceiling corners. "Smile for the cameras."

Ashlin held her gun a little higher, out of the reach of the water that climbed to her waist.

"Bastard."

A loud banging was heard on the other side of the door. Faint yells were heard. Light flashed through cracks in the door jam, as guard fired eco-bolts at the door.

Suddenly the large, ornamental doors exploded inwards, ripped open by large vines. The water rushed out of the room in a mini-tidal wave and dragged Ashlin off her feet in the process.

The two Sages faced each other.

"Good afternoon, Samos. How nice of you to join our little party, however, I'm afraid I sadlycannot stay any longer…I have after all, got your attention now, do I not?"

"Gol? Is that you?" Spluttered the Green Sage

"Correct, old man." Sneered his counterpart.

Behind him, Ashlin picked herself up, mind racing. 'Careful…' She thought to herself. 'Move at the wrong time and it'll be the last thing I'll do.'

'On three, run.'

'One.'

"Last chance Samos…Join us."

"Why?"

"You are powerful, Samos. I want as you on the winning side", Gol's eyes flashed and narrowed, spite entering his voice. "…for once."

'Two.'

"Do not forget, Gol, I was on the winning side"

"You may have won the battle 500 years ago", The Dark Sage hissed, "But you have not won the war, nor will you, old Man."

"THREE."

Ashlin sprang forward, sprinting towards the exit. She twisted in mid-stride yanking on the triggers of her handguns. Gol hissed, and summoned a thick shield of dark eco to deflect the shots.

Every time a bullet connected the shield stretched backwards and sprang back. The KG behind Samos raised their guns and also let loose volleys of red lasers. The KG, Ashlin and Samos backed away, and slammed the doors shut. The Green Sage, with a flourish of his fingers barred the doors with strong vines. Other soldiers piled debris against the door.


"Without the Dark Ecoia's guidance any Sage of Dark Eco was driven into insanity, and any Sage of Light was blinded without the dark eco dampening its burning glare, as your mother Onin was. And with the balance of eco disrupted, the Surges started, preventing mages from being created willingly. So now only one Mage remains."

Maia, sensing her brother's situation, decided now was a good time to leave. But not without her prize.

She was at that moment, standing in front of Lord Sigen watching his response to her little proclamation. She also noticed that he was slowly reaching for his gun…

She ran her objectives through her mind. She needed that boy in the chamber below. He was crucial to her-their plan, and although she hadn't expected to find him so soon, now that she had, and now that her was unable to defend himself (he looked like he could do a hell of a lot of damage, if he had half a mind to), now was a good time to act.

She sighed to herself. Looks like she would have to go down the pipe. Again.


"Jak. He is destended to be our savior. But he is also to be our destroyer. When?…no-one can tell. However I fear that time is now, and there is little we can do about it.

It had been hard to get the man out of the palace. Jak was heavy, and the streets were patrolled with armed men and women just itching for trouble. She had to sneak through back streets, steal a leaper and jump over the sand-proof wall that surrounded Sparagus, but she was out.

And her brother had agreed with her. He was the 'chosen' one. And it was time for the separation that the great precursors and their oracles had foretold. The second birth of Ecoan was coming.

And no one, not even Jak who had defeated them 500 years ago, could stop them.

Gol plunged his claws into Jak's chest and concentrated. Strangely enough there was no blood, in what normally would have been a mortal wound. Jak's eyes unfocused then became glassy, staring up at the Eco sages face. The Sage in question tensed and pulled, drawing out…

A glowing ball of blue light. Its form suddenly solidified, into what looked like a tiny female, half the size of an ossel. Little swirling smooth butterfly wings poked from between his claws. He held his prize before his eyes, and grinned as it came round. He felt her tiny fists beat helplessly at his fingers. Gol allowed a few more moments of this sensation before gesturing at his sister. Maia brought forward a round-bottomed glass jar, and the eco-fae was shoved inside.

"THAT tiny creature holds the power of light, brother? I had always imagined her to be bigger…more powerful…" commented Maia, holding the jar to her eyes. "…More worthy of an opponent…and female too, how…strange."

She looked suspiciously at the man lying on the table.

"Yes, surprising as it is. Her size surprised me as well. The jar will suffice for he time being, but we will have to create a new prison for her."

Maia was still staring at the comatose man.

"Does that mean he's gay?"

"Does it matter? You will have you're fun, my dear sister, if he's willing or not." Gol commented dryly.

"Yes," grinned Maia. "Yes I will."

Gol turned around and thrust his hands once again into Jak's chest. Gol tensed and pulled, drawing out…

A living breathing shadow. Large, oval obsidian eyes blinked sleepily, as Dark was drawn out of his hosts body, His long thin beak, like the Precursorain statues had, clacked uselessly, revealing rows and rows of prehistoric teeth that jutted from his gums at all angles like barbed wire. With a single heave his long snaky body was pulled free and his serpentine bodies scales rasped against the cold hard ground of the lab. And then he came to.

Dark rasped, snarled and launched himself at Gol, sending him stumbling backwards into Maia. The glass jam-jar that Maia had been holding smashed on the floor and out flew Light. Gol snarled and kicked out viciously, sending his snaggle teeth flying. Hissing the eco-creature ducked as the sages wicked claws scythed through the air.

Maia shut her eyes for a nano-second then stamped her foot down, causing purple eco crystals to jump through the dirt floors, cracking the tiles around and buckling them – only to be stopped by Light and her blue, pulsing light shields.

Dark jumped back, and kicked off the wall, trying to tackle Gol, but the Sage thrust his palms out and out floated a stream of eco, wrapping around the shadow being in a black, stinking cling-film substance. Dark strained and struggled, but to no avail.

Light was intelligent, and saw that she could not win. So she ran, dodging Gol and his stinking goo-misslies. Round corners, sparking as she went, wings blurring as she strove to get away.

She finally slowed down when she realised that she was compliantly and utterly lost. But lost was good. If she was lost it would perhaps be harder for the two Sages to find her.

She alighted on a ledge, and looked around the corridor she was in. It was obviously precursor in design, the trademark orangy-bronze metal glinting blue from her light. She traced one of the tough designs with a glowing finger. Judging by the design, the, the place she was in was from the reign of The Ghur family, 12,000 years ago. She read the runes in a half interested manner, and then paused.

-Click, click, click- A pause then, -Click, click, click, click- Was that footsteps? Oh, by all things good and pure, please no…

-click, click, click, click – Goddess! Is it getting closer? It's hard to tell

-click, click, CLICK, CLICK- It's getting closer…closer…

The little fae swung her head left and right, but no obvious hiding place appeared. So she leapt off the ledge and sped off, her wings humming as they slapped the air. Cornering hard, she practically skidded in mid-air as she found herself face to face with a dead end.

-Click, click, click-

She looked around the room; savouring what she was sure was her last moments. She saw how the dust coated the floor, how her glow made the carvings glimmer and shine with a blue and white light. Which was odd, seeing as she only glowed blue – her eyes shot upwards. There was no ceiling. Instead, there was a tunnel stretching straight up.

'And there', thought the fae to herself flying straight up, 'is the light at the end of the tunnel.'