Corad: O...kay...well, I'm sorry again for the lateness...I'm just gonna stop saying when the next updates will be ok, coz I find it hard to stick to them all. I'll tell you guys now though, there will be an update every week. So, the next chapter will be out next week sometime. Don't know when, but it will be out. Thank you for everyone who left a nice review. I thank you guys so much! It's good to know ppl are still reading this story.
Don't own Jak and Daxter, but I own the two wolves in this chapter...I think...um, well enjoy!Chapter 25 – The Mysterious Elf
"Oh no….what do we have here? Jevain, can you make it out?" a rough voice broke through Jak's mind, awaking his sense again. He could hear movement around him, and he could sense more than one presence. He stayed perfectly still though. He felt too weak to try and move, and to stay still may be his only chance. "Well, I don't think we should leave him out here. Come on Shrate, Jevain; help me carry him to the nearby cave will you."
Jak kept his wolfish eyes closed, as he felt two hands lift up his upper body from the sand. He opened up one eye slightly, and saw a dark elfish figure, with a walking stick resting beside his arm and waist. He closed his eye again, and felt his upper body lift from the ground, and placed upon something soft and bony. He dare not move, and waited instead for the outcome.
"Come here Jevain. Stand beside your brother so we can carry this poor wolf to shelter," the voice said in a demanding manner. Jak then felt his lower half of his body raise from the ground, and placed upon another soft and bony surface. He kept still the whole time, not because his mind was still unable to remember anything or come in terms with his surroundings, but because he feared for his life. The wolf side of his mind seemed to have vanished, leaving the weak Jak to endure the pain pulsing around his bruised body. He could feel a huge gash in his neck, and remembered after some hard thinking of the fight his wolf side had had with another. He was glad to have control of himself again, but he knew he was still in wolf form, for it was still dark.
"Ok, come on. We need to walk about 3 miles to reach the nearest cave. Think you're up to it?" the voice asked, and he got in reply too happy yelps from what Jak realized were wolves. He shuddered slightly, but controlled himself to act dead, so once they reached the cave, they would leave him be. "Come on guys! Move faster than that!" the voice bellowed roughly from up ahead, and Jak felt the muscles in the wolves' back moving faster. He opened an eye slightly again, and saw the two grey wolves beneath him.
If he had the strength to leap off and run, he would have. But that Brown wolf had taken away his fighting ability, let along physical ability. He couldn't risk battling two wolves again. Not until he was able to that is. For the next half hour or so, Jak acted as if he were still dead. The wolves were doing a good job carrying him he noticed, and thought that maybe they were used to carrying the weak of their own kind. Maybe they were smarter than they made out to be.
"Hey, slow down a bit now. There's some steep dunes up ahead remember. Take it gently down them. We don't want to lose this wolf down them now, do we?" the voice asked, and the two wolves growled in return. Jak was unsure of how far they had traveled, but when they had made it past the steep dunes, and traveled a little further, he felt the wolves slow down, and presumed they were entering this cave that the elfish figure spoke of.
"That's it boys. Lay him down gently," the voice said quietly, and Jak felt his body roll off the backs and onto the hard rock and sand floor. His eyes were still shut tightly, and he could sense the elf standing beside him. "That'll do for now. Thanks for your help," Jak heard the voice say, and heard the wolves yelp softly in response, before he noticed the sound of massive, flapping wings.
He heard the two wolves fly out of the cave, and into the night sky. He was alone he thought. But, when he heard movement in the far end of the cave, he knew the elf figure was still around. "Don't worry little guy. I've never seen you before, but I intend to keep you alive," the voice muttered, and Jak opened his eyes slightly to see the back of the figure making a small fire with some old twigs and wood. He started humming to himself, which brought back a memory which Jak never knew he had. It was a memory long ago, when he was only two years old. It was a memory that he couldn't visualize, but knew it was there.
"There….there is a fire. You will be warm for the night, and be fine by morning," the voice muttered, and Jak heard the scraping of feet before his upper half of his body was raised above the ground, and he was dragged towards the fire. He was then laid down beside the fire, and Jak could feel his head being stroked by a firm hand. "Take care weak wolf. I will return in the morning to check on you," the voice said, before finally getting up and strolling out the cave.
Whether Jak's mind had been playing up on him, he could have sworn that voice sounded familiar. But he knew it was a lie…the voice that once belonged to, was no longer with them. He let that strange thought escape out his mind, and he drifted off into a deep, warm sleep.
When day break approached the following morning, Jak began to wake slowly. He opened his eyes slowly, and saw the fire that was once burning had gone out. His mind was still unfocused, and the pulsing pain had dimmed slightly but he still felt it there. Groaning loudly, Jak rolled over onto his back, and looked up at the ceiling of the cave. It wasn't much of a sight to look at…just a mixture of black and grey rocks swirled together.
Remembering suddenly that the elf man had informed he'd return in the morning, Jak sat up, and gazed around the darken surrounding. He noticed that it was till empty to his relief, and then looked towards the entrance of the cave. It was about ten meters from him he calculated, and maybe if he were quick enough, be able to run out the entrance. He didn't want to stick around and meet this elf…he knew that being close to the wolfish was a sign of immorality.
He yawned widely, and stretched out his tired arms, noticing that they were human arms again. He smiled weakly, and stood up, brushing himself off from dust and sand. His legs ached, and he saw a fair amount of blood on his shirt. Sighing heavily, he began to make his way towards the entrance of the cave to go home. He didn't know how far he had to walk to reach Haven city, but something within him told him to get out of this place.
The early morning sun hit his face as Jak stepped outside, and into the open wasteland. The air was still chilly, from the night before, but Jak figured that now was the time to walk. Out of experience he knew the wasteland reached such a high temperature, even the skilled wouldn't last an hour. He roamed his eyes across the flat surface of the open desert, and saw in the distance the tall chimney of Spargus.
Deciding the travel to Spargus instead of wandering aimlessly around the wasteland in the hope of finding Haven, he set out at a quick walk, determined to reach the far city before the sun rose high enough to raise the temperature.
Corad: Soooo...any guesses as to who this mysterious guy may be? Yeah...well, I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter. I tried to make it interesting enough...but that sort of...died...but hopefully it's still in the ok section. Now, I've said this a tonne of times...review if ya want. It does help me write more, coz I know ppl still read and like my attempt of a story. But, I will update by next week. Well, see yas all there! Cheerio guys!
