Thanks for all the reviews guys!

And, JakRox – I mentioned at the start of the story that I was going to change the detail that Jak was 'The' Mar. And also, I didn't think Keira really knew about Jak being Mar or anything at the end of Jak 2...but I could be wrong, it's been a while since I played it, but thanks for reviewing!

Now on to the story...!

Chapter 3: Allies

Almost one year after the dictator Baron Praxis's demise, the Mar line regained the throne. The new nineteen-year old King seemed overwhelmed with the duties that accompanied the job. The night of his crowning had hardly been a celebration for him, seeing as virtually the whole time he had someone to meet or discuss 'important matters' with; though, he did catch a break when he met up with King Damas once again. Despite their age difference, they had many things in common.

"You and I," the older king began, "we are warriors, natural leaders. And together, we will be a force to reckon with. I have many things to discuss with you, Jak," he had said to the younger king.

Jak graciously offered him a place at the Palace, as was expected, and of course, Damas accepted.

The morning after, December 26th, Jak woke up grudgingly, knowing well that the list of things 'to do' Ashelin would have concocted would be long.

Ten minutes passed as Jak enjoyed the silence before he heard his son begin to stir in his crib. Carefully, so as not to disturb his sleeping fiancée, he rose from bed and slipped on one of his shirts from the floor. Out of habit, he walked into their kitchen and warmed up a bottle. Still a little groggy, he tested the formula on his wrist and went to little Trajan.

As he fed his infant, he wondered why no one had come to wake him up yet. His answer came when he looked to a clock on the wall and noticed it was only six in the morning.

"Well, duh," Jak signed aloud, watching Trajan's small hands try and grip the bottle. "Can't believe you're three months old...but then again, I can't believe I'm the King of a city, either," he spoke to his son with a laugh.

The proud father looked around the room until his gaze fell on the beautiful dress Keira had worn the night before, haphazardly strewn on the floor along with his boots and pants. Last night had ended well, he thought as a cocky grin crept across his face.

Jak finished feeding Trajan and put him back to bed. Thinking of doing a little wandering until everyone woke up, he started for the door. On his way out, he stopped in front of the dresser where he had carefully laid his crown last night. It was simple, made of gold and holding one blue diamond in the center, with two rubies on either side, but it gave off the definite sense of power that came with Jak's new title. He put it on top of his head and stared at himself in the mirror. Personally, he thought he looked like an idiot, but Keira had insisted he looked very handsome with it. Shrugging, he took it off and left the room.

Soon, he found himself in the Palace's large kitchen. He was greeted by a young maid as he walked in and headed for the huge fridge. He looked around inside the fridge, trying to decide what he wanted. He blue eyes fell on a beer, What the hell...I'm King, and I'm probably gonna need it anyways... he thought to himself and grabbed the beer. Loudly, he snapped off the bottle's cap on the side of the marble counter and sat down at the long table in the middle of the room and took a gulp. Jak let out an audible 'Ah' as he swallowed the drink.

"A morning drinker?" A powerful voice laughed from across the room.

Jak looked to the door and saw Damas standing there.

"Only on special occasions," Jak replied sarcastically.

"I know what you mean," Damas walked toward him, taking a seat next to him and asking a nearby maid to get him a beer like Jak's.

And so, the two Kings, old and new, drank and talked together at 6:30 in the morning. They exchanged their many stories of battle and Damas asked about Jak's personal life and Keira. They soon came upon the subject of Trajan.

"Ah, you have a son? What is his name?" Damas asked eagerly.

"Trajan. He's three months old now," Jak smiled, taking another sip of his beer.

"You're so young to already have a child," Damas eyed Jak curiously.

Jak laughed, "Yeah, it wasn't exactly planned that way."

The desert king smiled, "I was also young when my first was born," but then he face became blank, "I had two sons, once," He cleared his throat, "but they were taken from me, kidnapped."

"I'm sorry," Jak said solemnly, shuddering to think of his own son suffering that kind of fate.

They drank in silence for a few moments before Jak remembered Keira, and that she would worry if she woke up to an empty bed.

"I have to go," Jak said, rising from the bar stool he was sitting on.

"We will talk of business later," Damas looked at Jak who nodded a yes in reply and then left.


When Jak returned to his room, he was thankful that Keira still lay sleeping.

Stealthily, he crawled onto the bed towards the sleeping Keira that lay tangled in the sheets. He nibbled her right ear teasingly, trying to wake her up, and eventually, succeeded.

"Why so early, Jak?" she mumbled.

"I wanted to talk before I have to start Ashelin's no doubt horrifying schedule for me," he said, pulling her close to himself.

The young couple started a random conversation, talking about a few different things until their engagement came up.

"I can't believe we're going to be married!" Keira squealed happily, putting out her left hand and admiring her ring.

"I love you," was all Jak said, taking her raised hand and pressing it to his lips.

"You're cutting your hair, you know that, right?"

"Wait...What?" Jak almost shouted, giving her a wild look.

Keira giggled girlishly, "For me, for our wedding," she said giving him a pout.

He couldn't resist, "Alright, but just for you," he gulped and smoothed back his long hair, hoping to find a way out of that later on.


Jak had been right about him having many things to do that day. The first thing on the agenda had been a meeting with Ashelin, Torn and a few elderly council members on the continuation of rebuilding the city. Jak's main concern on that subject was fixing up the destitute area known as 'the slums'. He also made sure that the remnants of Praxis's dictatorship were to be torn down.

Later, as Damas had said they would, he and Jak had a long talk about each other's own military and the continued war against metal-head invasion. Damas, however, had other problems as well, involving the desert marauders that waged raids on Spargus relentlessly.

"Before the treachery of Praxis, Haven and Spargus came to each other's aid when needed," Damas continued, "Even with the hardened Wastelanders under my command, Spargus suffers."

Jak nodded, taking in this new information as the desert king went on.

"That is why I want Spargus and Haven to be allies once more. Together, we will be invincible," Damas put out his hand and Jak willingly shook it firmly.

Moments later, the two Kings were joined by Keira and a woman that Jak did not know.

"Ah, Jak, this is my wife, Claire," Damas introduced the dark-green haired elf with stunning blue eyes. She looked maybe ten years younger than Damas, but it didn't seem to matter to either of them.

Jak introduced Keira and once they were all acquainted, they sat down, waiting for lunch to be served. The conversation mainly consisted of small talk, with Claire never speaking a word.

"When you've become more adjusted Jak, I would like for you to come to Spargus, along with Keira and your son of course," he gave Keira a smile, "So I can return the favor, and show you my kingdom."

"We would love that!" Keira exclaimed, exchanging a glance with Jak. He knew that she had wanted a break from the filthy air of Haven for quite some time now.

"Yeah, that would be great," Jak agreed.

"Good, we'll look forward to it," Damas took his wife's hand and she nodded with a smile.


Hope that was up to standards! Tell me what you all think of it!