Hey, bet'cha thought I was dead, huh? God a month! A MONTH! sheesh! Anyway expect the next chapter in a few days, and i'll deal with the reviewers them. Simply because i have maths/physics/art coursework to hand in tomorrow then i have to study for biology. then english coursework. then classive.

As an added bonus , i have not one fuggin clue what im suppost to be doing for maths. And the teacher is pathetic. Life, the universe and GCSE's. so much fun.

On with the fic!


"It is time." Thundered the large brass statue that glimmered in the faint light. The Oracle could sense it. And so he called out to those he could telepathically. Perhaps the Future could be changed.

"You have done as I have asked and hidden youself away."

In Kras City a man stood. Diagrams littered the floor, whose carpet's colour was impossible to tell. He opened the door and scampered to his all-terrain buggy. Flipping into the seat, he concentrated and without touching a button the whole machine came to life. On the dash-screen a simple map showed the way to Sparagus City.

"Leaving behind loved ones."

The Flutter squawked and squeaked as it sped over the plains, kicking mini-dust storms in its wake. A fwirrel howled from the top of an outcrop, then galloped beside the Flut-Flut and Leaper hybrid, escorting it. The rider smiled at their new addition, through tears of sadness and joy.

"To keep your powers from the Dark Makers."

With a grunt he lifted the boulder with one hand and put it down, away from the entrance to the mountain-tunnels. He smiled and wandered over to a group of wild leapers. Firmly and gently he led it away and urged it towards the desert beacon.

"But the balance has been destroyed."

Samos watched the ground speed past him in the military vehicle. Worry had lodged itself firmly in his features.

"The Healer free"

A large amount of guns was concealed in the figures coat. Even more were fixed on the bandolier and several belts half-hidden by the afore mentioned coat. Even by Sparagus' standards –i.e. Guns was a must, and carrying anything short of a bazooka marked you as a pansy- this was a person to avoid on a dark night. Light tonight, for example.

"And the Demon has awoken."

Large almond eyes flickered open. All pupil, no iris, apart from a rimming of red around the outside the glassy orb. Its spear-like beak opened and out slid its thick long tongue. It wove round its snaggle-teeth, inspecting them, finishing at the cruel tip that curved down below the upper jaw, and rose from the top to form a smaller horn. Its legs, seemingly too short for its serpentine body, tensed, and lifted its 25ft body off the ground.

It was locked in a small room hewn from a seam of red limestone. It was defiantly a priceless; anyone could see it was from the early precursor age.

Slowly it flicked out his claws, and set to work.. The katana talons sliced through the relifs, destroying the freezes first, the long beaked 'precursors' exploding in seconds and shards. Two statues in a corner were next, limbs flying as a clawful of eco was flung carelessly in their direction. An alter, resting to one side, was speared on his jagged horns and tossed across the room, only to be chased after and melt like ice at the touch of liquid dark eco. Nothing was spared, as stone rained down, the demon tore the walls away, until they were the thickness of paper.

Large almond eyes flicked to the door. Inspected it. All Wood, no metal, apart from the hinges on the rim of the door. It eased open and out slid the dark creature. It wove round the pillars in the corridor, inspecting them, and finished the other end, where two passages waited, one that curved down below, another that rose up.

Dark went down.

The chamber was extravagant, made of black and white marble. Dark made a mental note to destroy it later. Sitting on two thrones encrusted with black and purple gems (or, fake glass jewels), were brother and sister, Gol and Maia.

They seemed unconcerned that the spawn of hell had just wandered into their room.

'Good afternoon. I am Gol and this, is Maia.'

To be honest, that threw the Dark beast. Usually elves were running away screaming around this point. More to the point, how do you respond to that?

He contented himself to nodding. He'd seen Jak do it once or twice, it seemed to shut people up.

'We are sages of Dark eco.' Continued Gol. 'We wish to…join forces with you.'

'Help? You? An elf? I hunt alone.'

'We can help you. With our help you could walk around the city and never be seen.'

Dark thought. Although he was, undoubtedly, the strongest beast ever to walk the earth, it didn't make it any more pleasant to be force fed eco-bolts. And that's exactly what would happen if he tried to storm Haven.

'Tell me more.'

Jak shifted slightly in his sleep, the chains chiming with every movement. The sleep was deep and tranquil.

A man strode down the corridor, boots cracking on the stone floor. He looked at Jak for a second. Then carried onwards and upwards, towards Haven.

Right, so that's a total of five strangers walking around. I'll think I'll leave it for you to work out whose who – later in the chapters we'll see much blood and gore. Much. You have been warned.

As a side note, I want your suggestions on Jak's mothers name. She crops up later in the story…

If I get no suggestions, I'm calling her Jil.

Because I am a very, very sad person…

And sadistic.