Corad: I return again. But now that I am back, I can update...so ah...hehehehehe...here we are. I wanna thank the reviewers and the readers too. Thanks guys! Yeah, I agree with ya there Salena99...we are both crazy...kinda gets proved in Palace Stories...geez, what was I thinking when I created that one...anyhow, I'll get moving and stop rambling.
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Chapter 37 – Wolfish Talk
Jak awoke to a start, sweat trickling down his forehead. His hands were shaking out of control, and his mind was still full of the guilt he felt in his nightmare. What did that dream mean? Was it a portal into his soul, or was it merely just his mind playing up again? He didn't want to think about the last option, which was a pathway into the future. That couldn't be the future. He'd kill himself first before he harmed Ashelin, and Torn for that matter.
"Are you ok Jak? We heard you howling from downstairs?" Skytha asked, as she, Erol and Daxter approached Jak's bed. Jak looked up, and wiped the sweat from his face onto his glove. He stayed silent, and thought over his nightmare once more. 'This wolf side is really changing how I think…come on Light and Dark, help me out here,' he thought desperately to his alter egos, but they stayed silent in his mind. Jak figured they'd prefer to stay dormant unless Jak called for them for real.
"I'm fine thanks…just a bad dream that's all," Jak replied weakly, rubbing at his eyes to wake himself up. Erol snorted in return, and snapped something out which Jak didn't take a notice too. He then heard Skytha and Daxter gang up on him, before he left the room, growling under his breathe.
"He should be more considerate to ya Jak. Talk about being a rude, disrespectful…" Daxter began, but was cut off by Skytha. She must have noticed the Ottsel's insult chain, and knew it would only get worse the more he said. So, instead she walked right up to Jak's bed, and collapsed in a sitting position of the floor, her eyes once again staring up at Jak. Jak felt a little uncomfortable at her glaring, for it reminded him of a predator watching their prey before attacking.
"Um, yes?" Jak mumbled, leaning away from her a little. He wasn't sure why she was actually watching him, but she would have to have a reason, wouldn't she? "Jak, you were that wolf…the wolf I fought with in the wasteland, weren't you?" she asked suddenly, a curious grin on her face. Jak raised an eyebrow, the impact of the statement hitting him full force. He felt like he'd just run into a brick wall.
"How did you know I was a wolf!" he asked in shock, but she shook her head. He figured it must have been too obvious if he'd been howling in the night. "Well, for starters, you didn't recoil when I told you about my wolfish curse. And second, it's not everyday you see people tossing in bed, howling and clawing at the air. Trust me Jak, I could sense something odd about you too. You seemed familiar to me, and even you claimed you've seen me before. We must have met that night you tried to kill that friend of yours. I remember fighting a grey wolf with those same goggles on," she whispered, motioning to Jak's goggles on his head.
Jak smiled lightly, and sighed. "Fine, you caught me out. I have been bitten, and yep, I suffer from the curse. Happy now?" he asked, after admitting his biggest secret up to date. Skytha laughed in amusement, and pulled out her pendant. She handed it over to Jak.
"Look closely at this Jak. Maybe if we make one of your own, you too can morph at free will, instead of waiting for the sun and moon. I had this made for me, by my…err….by a friend. He did a terrible thing, and so made me this pendant to control my wolf self. It's helped me out over the long years," the girl muttered quietly. Jak examined the precursor writing carefully, and tried to read the chant around the edge. He couldn't make out the symbols though, seeing scratches and dints had covered some of them.
"How can you read this then?" he asked intriguingly, handing back the pendant. Skytha took it and placed it back into the pocket. She shrugged in return, "I guess I know the chant off by heart to need to read it. I was thinking Jak…you find it hard to control your wolfish mind? Maybe I can teach you to overcome it. Train it like a puppy. With a bit of work and self-discipline, you will be able to have wolfish features, but an Elf mind. How about it? Willing to trust me and overcome your beast of a mind?" she asked, and Jak smiled for a split second. The best news he'd heard in a long time.
"You'll help me control it? You'll tame my wolf mind? Sounds great! That way, I can stay out of trouble. I won't fear I'll kill anyone while a wolf," he replied in a bright tone, making a move to get out of bed. She stopped him however, and continued speaking.
"One thing though, we need to practice at night, in a secluded area. If we're seen by elves, or caught by other wolves, we'll be in trouble. I know how this city works, for I used to live here…before I was banished to the wasteland to join my fellow wolf pack. The people here will kill anything that stands as a threat. We'll practice in Dead Town. I know no one goes there, so we shall be safe. This won't be easy work you know. It took me weeks to gain control over my stronger state of mind. For you though, maybe not as long. I've heard you have two other egos, am I right?"
Jak looked up at her, and nodded in interest. "I have two, one a dark side scarred to me by Baron Praxis and Dark Eco, another given to me by the precursors. Although I don't know my light side very well he's more closer to me than Dark could ever be," Jak muttered in reply. It was true. Although he saw Dark more often, and spoke within his mind to him, he didn't feel Dark was a close to him as Light was. Light was his guardian spirit in a way, there to give him faith and purity. Light was there to help him out in a less violent manner, where as Dark was there purely as a weapon.
"Understandable I guess. I only have one other ego, which is my wolf form. Although we battled for control for the first year or so, we began to work together and now, we are a strong team. We'll turn you're wolfish mind into a teammate Jak. Why don't we practice tonight? Think you'll be free?" Skytha asked, and Jak began to think quickly.
He had nothing planned that he knew of, and even if he did have something planned tonight, couldn't do it for he'd change into a wolf. "Nothing planned. So, meet you at Dead Town tonight? Got it," he murmured, before getting out of bed the whole way this time. He grabbed his morph gun and communicator, and made a move towards the stairs, Skytha at his heels.
He had only just entered the bar when his communicator began beeping, and so took if from his waste bag and answered the call. "Hey Jak! Keira here. Listen, we're having the third class race today! I have your name down, so if you wanna rock up soon and I'll get your racing zoomer ready for you. Just come soon 'Kay. Need to get your racing position organized," she said loudly, before the communicator went dead. Jak was just looking down at the device in his hand, his eyes wide in horror/alarm.
"Doesn't she know that she can just 'speak' into it?" Erol shouted from across the bar. Jak blinked to get rid of the sudden shock that had filled his head, before placing the com back into his bag. "Well, maybe she was unaware she was shouting, or something…" Jak said thoughtfully, before Skytha strolled past him towards Erol.
"What do you want?" Jak heard Erol snap, before Skytha started laughing evilly. Figuring he didn't want to stay around for much longer, Jak began scouting the room for Daxter. The last he saw of him was leaving the bedroom, right after Erol. "Erol, where's Dax?" he called out, scratching his head whilst walking towards the cowering elf in the booth.
"Girlfriend," he managed to choke out, before he screamed in fear as Skytha pulled out a stick of eyeliner from her pocket. Wondering what would actually happen to Erol while he was off racing, he dared not to think about. Instead, he bid them a "see ya" each, before running off to the gun coarse to get Daxter away from Tess.
Corad: Poor, defencelss...poor Erol...I can kinda see Praxis doing that...putting eyeliner on his commander's face. Ah well, he deserves it in a way I guess. Being the evil git he was in the last two games. Yeah, hope this chapter was ok. I think the next one is more interesting. I might update sooner too seeing this was kinda just rambling on about stuff...nothing interesting really happened. So, expect an update on Monday or Tuesday ok. Until then, check out those pics if ya want to. If you think my art sucks, then that's cool too. But I'll see yas later!
