Author's note: Hi everybody, this is Tigre. As usual, if at the beginning of a paragraph you see this: (Tigre Note: Look up [ex] "The Hanging Tree" on Youtube), open a new tab, look up the song, & listen to it as you read the paragraph. As usual: Stuff I own: All my OCs & plot idea (since it's based after Jak and Daxter The Lost Frontier) Stuff I don't own: Any & all Jak & Daxter, & Spyro character/references. Again, I would like to thank Winterblaze313 for another review. I would also like to thank Veemon fan683 for your review, so, without further delay... THANK YOU WINTERBLAZE313 & VEEMON FAN683!
Jak's POV
"Take a seat, boys," Torn says to the two standing in the doorway. As Carl & Luke walk towards the available chairs across from him, Torn motions me to sit down next to him. "What is it, Sir?" Carl & Luke both ask simultaneously while nervously fidgeting in their seats. "Jak," Torn says, giving the next sentence to me. "I know it's not a picture, but this is as close I have to an actual photograph of the creature you possibly saw in Haven City Mountain Pass," I say to Carl & Luke while sliding the drawing over to them. As soon as they look at the page, their eyes get huge with either fear or amazement. "Yeah, this is it! This is the creature we saw!" Carl says with an enthusiastic, yet slightly fearful tone.
"Did you draw this, Comman- I mean Jak?" Luke asks, looking at me with a face full of generous curiosity. "Uh,... yeah," I reply sheepishly. "Don't feel embarrassed, Sir. I feel as if the creature was literally sitting across from me," He replies with a smile on his face. "But I do have one question though," he continues with a curious tone, "do you mind if I ask?" I shake my head, saying that it was alright to ask. "How did you get such great detail," Luke asks, Carl nodding his head, obviously also wanting to know the answer. "I guess we ran into each other unexpectedly, & I just ended up sitting across from it for two hours straight, that's how," I say with an unsure sounding tone. "For two hours?" Carl & Luke ask, disbelieving horror in their voice.
"Yes, for two hours, probably a bit more than that," I reply slightly annoyed. Their faces gain a thoughtful look, & after a second or two, I grab the drawing & stand up. "I'm gonna go on home to prepare for tomorrow's mission, I expect it's the same as today's?" I say while heading towards the door, Torn watching me all the way. "Wha... oh, yes, same as today's mission, see you sometime tomorrow," Torn says, surprised & mentally disoriented by my sudden actions. I quickly nod & shout a thanks to Torn as I head out the Freedom League HQ's door. I get on my zoomer & head to my apartment, thinking about my reoccurring thoughts about my dream that constantly interrupted my conversations about the creature.
I finally reach my apartment, walk over to my home phone, & punch in Daxter's number. "Hey Dax, it's Jak, I saw the creature during the mission I went on today," I say after he said hello. "You did?!" Daxter nearly screams in my ear, still deafening me for a few seconds. "Yeah," I say after the ringing goes away, "It cornered me in the forest, backed off, then stared at me for two hours straight before leaving." "Woah, that must have been freaky," Daxter says on the other side of the line. I hear Tess' voice yell for Daxter, & Daxter shouting back, saying that he was on the phone. "Sorry man, I gotta go," he says, hanging up as soon as he ends the sentence. I put the phone back on its place on the wall, go into my room, change into my night clothes, & lay down on my bed, & get under the covers. I think to myself "I wonder if it will be there tomorrow, I should bring something for it to eat" then fall asleep.
Meldalvyna's P.O.V
As soon as I get into my room, I slam my already flimsy door & collapse onto my bed. I look around my room in the shifting lantern light at all of my different drawings & paintings stuck to my crumbling, dusty walls. I suddenly get up, grab what the humans call a pencil, a piece of paper, & begin to draw. Thirty minutes later, I look at my finished work. The Freedom League officer I had cornered earlier today sat inside my paper up against a boulder, staring out at me. I look back at him intently at the drawing of the man, at every inch of his broad shoulders, slender face, strong chest, long ears, anything & everything.
What captivates me most though were his eyes, the round, kind eyes that anyone could tell have seen hardship & death, those eyes I could sink into forever & never want to leave. As I stare, Sparx suddenly bursts into my room through my door. "Hey, your parents wanted to talk to... wait, what's that?" He says, flying over the drawing before I have time to flip over the paper. "Is this the human you saw in the forest?" He asks after a few seconds of quietly observing my drawing. "Yes, it is, & it WAS none of your business, & I won't let you out of this room if you promise not to tell mom or Spyro," I growl at Sparx. "All right, all right, sheesh, no need to go all blood-thirsty, moody, teen-aged, dragon lady on me. I promise I won't tell your parents about your drawing," he replies holding up both arms in defense.
"Let me see you promise that without you crossing your antenae, double-step uncle," I continue to growl mercilessly. "Jeez, just like your mother," he mutters with a smile while putting a hand over his heart & raising the other in a pledge-like fashion, "I, Sparx, do solemnly swear not to tell your mother, or step father, about your drawing." I smile at him gratefully, wordlessly thanking him for taking this seriously. I open the door for Sparx, & follow him out of my room down stairs, leaving my drawing underneath a book so Sparx wouldn't be tempted to try to show it to my parents later. Once I reached the bottom, I see that Spyro was the only one in the room.
"Where's mom?" I ask, although I already knew she was out hunting metalheads. "You know," he says, " she just wanted me to tell you that she's sorry for picking on you earlier, & that she didn't realize what had caused you to stay out so long." I waltz over to the old couch that had been left in the house when we found it & fall into it. "Why didn't mom want to say that to me," I say as sensitively as possible. "You know how she is, she can't really handle being to blame for someone else's bad tempers," he replies looking out the only window with a sad, worried expression. " I know, " I sigh, well aware of my mother's past, being feared even after she was released from Malefor's grip just because of her reputation.
"Can you tell her when she gets home that she doesn't need to apologize. I was acting like a brat, & that I'm sorry?" I ask after a few minutes of silence. "Sure thing, I guess you are actually going to go to bed this time?" Spyro asks with a gentle smile & a mischievously playful, yet knowingly gentle tone. "Yes dad," I say while rushing up the stairs before he can call me back down. I close my door & change into my night clothes, which happen to actually be cloth. I climb into my bed & close my eyes, drifting slowly into a peaceful sleep. Before I fall to sleep I think, "I wonder if the man will be there tomorrow, maybe I should go there to see him again," then immediately fall asleep into peaceful bliss.
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Author's note: Sorry this took so long to post. I started watching this anime (don't judge me!) called Inuyasha, & it became an uphill battle between the anime & this story, with Inuyasha being ontop of the hill & this story attempting with no avail to conquer the metaphorical hill for over the past month since I last posted a chapter! Again, I would like to thank both Winterblaze313 & Veemon fan683 for the reviews. Also, Veemon fan683, the next chapter should have the human-dragon dialogue you were asking for, SHOULD being the key word. Anyways, thank you for reading, & please review, Tigre OUT!
Publisher: I have rally been in a funk lately but at least I have updated one of my stories. I hope everyone who reads this has a great time, but for now I will just say... GET ME OUT OF THIS WRITERS BLOCK!