Author's Notes: Here we are. Chapter 6. This is going pretty good so far. I'm glad everyone is enjoying the story so far! So, here we go. Enjoy.

Chapter Six
Broken Memories

The marketplace of Haven was normally a bustling hub of shoppers and merchants throughout the day. People would come to barter, bargain, and fight for the best prices on eco prices and other such items. Some people were just passing through towards the racing stadium, were some of the most famous drivers would race and compete. Since the fall of the Baron, there were a lot of people who didn't fear to leave to head to the market. They enjoyed it more so now than ever before. It was truly one of the greatest aspects of Haven City.

But as the sun set over the cities massive walls, the people lessened in the streets and the noise faded from the shopping area. Sellers and shoppers alike cleared out of the narrow streets and headed back to the safety of their dwellings in other parts of the city. The only place within this whole sector that still had some activity was tucked away in a small corner, only known as Onin's hut.

Samos let a small sigh escape him as he pulled back from his work. The old sage felt as if his age was starting to catch up with him as he cracked his back a bit. He and Onin had been slaving away to figure out the precursor artifact that had been found within the tomb. Since Jak had destroyed Kor, the metalheads had lessened in numbers. The resistance and Samos were able to explore the remains of the tomb. Within it, there were tons of old artifacts that had not been seen since the days of Mar.

Pecker sat perched up upon Onin's head as always, head resting against his wing. The monkow yawned loudly as he looked over the papers and incantations that had been scribbled as he translated the old woman's words to the sage.

"I think we can call it a night Pecker," Samos told, rising to his feet. His wooden sandals clicked on the floor as he stood, stretching out his back a bit. Picking up some of the papers, the old sage looked over them quickly, smiling a bit. Within a mere day of Jak and others finding the ring from the tomb, the two were able to translate and understand a few of the written texts.

Smiling a bit as he shoved the papers into a small bag, he looked up at the duo, "It's a good thing Jak, Sig, and Daxter were able to find the ring. They have been most useful to us."

"What?" Pecker asked, crossing his wings, "The item. Or the boy and rat?"

Though the bird found it funny, Samos merely scowled in his direction. "You know very well that Jak is very important to our cause here in the city." He scolded, "He holds the key everything that we have been searching for."

The monkow let his feathers ruffle a bit as he looked down at the old woman beneath his perch. Although blind to her surrounds, the woman moved her hands, letting a blue trail of eco follow behind her. Her eyes narrowed as looked directly at the man as if he had said something wrong.

Samos was taken aback by her sudden change in attitude. "What did she say?" he asked, looking up at the bird.

"She says that she feels some great kind of disturbance within the balance of this city." He began, watching Onin's hands move around franticly. "There is something very wrong within a familiar aura."

Suddenly, as if her cryptic words could not have been spoken soon enough, Samos' communicator came floating out of the bag he had just placed the papers within. It whirled about his head quickly, beeping and flashing rapidly.

"Samos, come in. This is Ashelin," it rang, her voice crackled within the small hut.

Watching it circle a few more times, Samos put his hand out, letting the small device fall into his hands. "What is it Ashelin? You normally aren't the one calling me."

"We have an emergency," she answered through the noise of what sounded like a hover car's engine, "Something happened to Jak."

Three am rolled around much slower than it normally did that night. What was once a night of relaxation and fun had become just a large mess for everyone, especially Jak. Silence was the one thing that was rare within the walls of the Naughty Ottsel, especially on a weekend. But, after the visit from Mira and her rebel force, tension had risen to an all time high. Questions had become clear and truths were now out in the opened. And the only person who could answer all of them was the green eco sage.

Sig stood outside of Jak's bedroom with a stern expression upon his features. Resting against his shoulders was his peacemaker, just acting as a security measure in case they decided to pay another visit again that evening. The older man felt a sense of disgust at the thought of the other wastelanders. He had heard of the rumblings of an uprising among the people of Spargus, but he never thought that they would dare come to the city for any act. Granted, they seemed like a group of real extremists, but this was even too far out there even for them.

And yet that seemed to be the second thing on his mind. Sig could not shake the image of seeing the Seal of Mar about Jak's neck. It was one and the same to the one that he remembered from that night. The idea was impossible of course. At least, that's what he had to keep telling himself.

Another loud scream echoed from inside the room, making the man cringe a bit. Since he had passed out almost an hour ago, Jak had spiked a fever. Every five minutes or so, he would let out terrible screams of pain. Sig figured it was due to the injection. From what he could tell, it was a mix of blue eco and a plant found out in the depths of the desert. It was said to cause hallucinations to help cure different ailments. His discomfort was probably due to the blue eco mixing with the dark in his blood stream. Something that the resistance forces probably had no idea about. At least, that's what Keira could make of it.

The young mechanic and Ottsel had not left their friend's side for the whole time. They were trying their hardest to bring his sudden fever down to a safe range and to keep the dark eco in check. There had been burst of purple lighting coming from his body on occasion, making it more difficult to care for Jak. Yet they continued on, knowing that their friend needed them.

Sig let his eyes dart down the dimly lit hallway towards the stairs. The sound of the door sliding opened echoed a bit as the sounds of boots and wooden sandals entered his ears. Nodding to himself, the large men let his thoughts and confused musing leave his mind as he turned from his spot and head for the lower level.

"That's what happened," Ashelin explained as she folded her arms. The remainders of small group found themselves sitting at a small round table in the middle of the room. Samos sat between Ashelin and Torn, while Sig and Tess completed it. Since the sage had entered the bar, the elder man had been bombarded with unanswered questions and the retelling of the events of the evening. He sat quietly, one of his hands stroking his white beard as he let the group ramble, taking in everything that was being said.

Closing his eyes behind his large glasses, Samos nodded as the room grew silent. "I see. They came looking for the Heir of Mar." he repeated, gaining a scattered few nods from the group.

Torn leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms in front of him. "Keira said that you could answer everything for us." He said quietly. "So tell us just what the hell is going on."

Samos nodded slightly at Torn's straightforwardness, finding it somewhat amusing. "Everything you are thinking and wondering is true." He began, causing the lot to lean in towards him. His large black eyes opened, letting his face stay stern. "Jak is the Heir of Mar."

"Bullshit." Torn was the first to interject, slamming his fists to the table. "That kid was the heir. Are you telling me that-"

"Yes. The child was Jak." Samos told flatly, letting the man recoil a bit from his outburst.

Tess leaned forward, placing her head to her hand, "You're going to have to explain this to us." She said, skepticism in her voice. "This doesn't seem possible at all."

Rising to his feet, the old sage cracked his back a bit. Despite the hours of work he had done at Onin' hut, he knew he would have to throw off his exhaustion. Otherwise, this group of individuals would not let him leave. Moving away from them, the man glanced up towards the stairs. He could hear the faint screaming of the young man, making his expression stern. Lowering his head, Samos sighed a bit. "I guess I should start from the beginning." He told, turning to face them.

It was like how every dream had begun; always in the darkness. He wasn't on his knees though. This time, he was on his feet and the voice had vanished from all the surroundings. But there was pain as if a thousand small knives were digging into his skin. He could feel his blood running down his arms, legs, and face, dripping off the ends of his fingertips. There was weakness throughout his muscles making him want to pass out from sheer exhaustion.

"It's no longer safe here your majesty," a deep voice muttered through the darkness, causing Jak's muscles to tense slightly. Looking out into the vast nothing, he let his blue eyes dart about. "We have to move now." It was as if a candle had been lit, allowing the darkness to burn away from the corner of his eyes. Everything became clear as the familiar image appeared before him.

The desert city was aflame as it was when he had last seen it. The people were running and falling at his feet once again, causing the young man to stagger away slightly. This was his dream from before, but at the same time Jak felt lost in the area. The chaos seemed to have grown in power. Death was happening all around him, and he knew there was no way to stop it. All he could do was watch.

And yet, there was something different about the streets of this place. There, just through the burning bazaar, were figures that he had not noticed before. Two people stood surrounded by what looked like armed guards. Their weapons were similar to Sig's, designed and forged from metalhead skulls. They stood posed and ready to fire, protecting those they surrounded with all their might.

Taking a step forward, Jak moved through the crowds of people screaming. As he jogged down the streets, a woman came barreling down at him. He tried to move out of the way, but there were too many people around him to try and dodge. Holding up his arms to brace the impact, Jak flinched slightly. And yet, no hit came. Cracking his eyes opened, he watched as the woman passed right through him, as if he were a ghost. He glanced himself over once, double checking to make sure everything was still in tact. After taking his brief moment, he moved onward towards the guards.

Approaching the small group, Jak was able to get a better look. The men's armor was mostly made of leathers and metalhead skulls, just like their weapons. Their faces were covered in fierce looking war paint while their darkened hair was pulled back into dreads. They took aim about them, keeping careful watch for enemies.

Jak tired to look past the guards to those who they were protecting. Peering around one of the larger men, he let his eyes narrow. A man and a woman stood close together, a small child held between them. Their clothing was that of the wastelanders as well; furs, leather, and small bits of armor. The man held a peacemaker in his free hand, keeping it firmly upon the ground as he pulled the child closer to him. His face, along with the woman's were shrouded in a deep shadow; almost as if his mind did not want him to see them.

"We have to move to a safer location your majesty!" one of the guards shouted as he fired off another shot into the city. "The KG are gaining too much ground!"

Another man turned to the couple, a large scar across his left eye, "They are looking for something. Seems pretty important to them to be doing all this damage."

The woman straightened up, her head moving to look at the small boy in her arms. "They want Mar," she whispered, shock and fear in her voice. It was almost like a soft breeze on a late summer afternoon. But the moment of taking in her words was soon gone as she moved to the side.

Jak had seen those blue eyes before. He knew the bare feet and short greenish blond hair from long ago and the scared and confused expression. Around his neck, hung the familiar amulet of red color and ying-tang design. His small arms clung about the woman's neck tightly, letting his face be somewhat hidden in her shoulder.

'That's…me.' Jak whispered as he watched the young boy hide his face once again. He felt his heart in his throat and his breath almost lost to him as he let his eyes dart back and forth to the shadowed faces. 'So they must be…'

Before the thought could finish, he watched the man nod to his wife's comment. "We have to get Mar to a safe place." Letting go of the small child and woman, the wastelander turned away from Jak's line of sight. "Sig!" he called loudly.

Jak's ear's perked at the name, '…Sig?' he questioned, his eyes remaining locked on the sight before him.

A familiar figure came into view, causing Jak's blood to run cold. Metalhead armor formed around his body that reflected the flames of the burning city in it. His peacemaker was posed in his hands, a light stream of smoke billowing from the end. Like his comrades, war paint was across his face, though both of his eyes were still in tact. Coming up to the man's side, he panted a bit almost like he had just ran a mile.

"Yes your majesty?" Sig questioned, catching his breath.

The man watched as the soldier stood before him, awaiting an order. "I need you to take my son to Haven." He told flatly, his voice filled with direction and confidence.

Hearing his words, the woman turned quickly. Little Jak clung tighter to her, trying to hide his face completely from sight. "Haven?! But he will be killed if he is found in the city." She pulled the boy into a tighter embrace, "No. I won't let you-"

"We have no choice!" he shouted back at her, causing her to flinch at his tone. Glancing to his feet, the man sighed deeply at his outburst, "Nowhere is safe for him now." Looking back at Sig, he placed a hand onto his shoulder, shaking it firmly. "Sig, I have trusted you with my life and now I trust my son's to you. Guard him as if he were your own. Take him to the sage of green eco. He will be able to help find a place for him."

'Samos?' Jak spoke quietly, unable to remove his eyes from the scene.

Nodding at his words, Sig gave a small bow. "I will not fail you, your majesty." He spoke firmly.

Turning to face his wife, the man reached over to look at the boy. With just a small pat upon the head, young Jak turned away from his mother to lock eyes with him. The boy was tearing as he looked at his father. Placing his hand to his son's brow, he held tightly to him.

"You are my son," he whispered into the boy's ear, "you will survive anything that comes at you."

Watching as his mother kissed him upon his forehead; Jak felt a twinge in his chest. He felt his face grow warm as she hugged him and held him close. She whispered something in a language he didn't understand, but her words only made her cry more. Finally, she was able to give the boy over to his father, who held tightly to him as he moved to where Sig stood. With one more firm hug, he passed Jak into the other's arms.

"Take the warp gate at the far end of the palace. It will take you straight to the city," the man muttered. "Hurry."

Nodding, Sig hoisted Jak up into his arms, "Take care of yourselves. Get to safety."

As Sig turned to hurry off, Little Jak looked back at his parents. Tears were running down the sides of his face as Sig held onto him, hurrying off into the city. He held his pendant in one of his hands while he outstretched his other to them as he vanished.

"Mar…" Jak heard, looking at his mother. She was trembling as his father took hold of her, almost trying to restrain her from moving forward. Returning her son's gesture, she outstretched her hand to him, "Don't take my son please," her voice was shaken. Falling to her knees, the woman's cries began to grow louder and louder. "Don't take Mar away from me!" she finally screamed, breaking down.

Darkness overcame his senses once more as Jak stood firmly in his spot. He couldn't move nor speak as he felt his pulse rapidly increasing. His face grew warmer with every passing second while he fell back into the nothingness that was before. Forming his hands into tightly clenched fists, Jak's body began to shake with anger and sadness. Though he wanted to believe that it was nothing more than a horrible vision, his heart was telling him differently.

Suddenly, something rolled down the side of his face. Letting his body relax, Jak lifted one of his hands to his cheek. Brushing it slightly, he let his eyes widen at what was there.

'Tears?' he muttered quietly, 'I'm…crying?'

But before he could find the answers he sought, his mind went dark and he felt himself falling.

Silence was heavy in the air as Samos finished his story of the events. Every little thing that had occurred from Jak's path crossing his own to the precursor ring that transported them back to the future where everything happened then. The timelines were crossed in some manner of speaking, unknown to the others within the past. It was in the small village of Sandover where Jak was hidden from the world until he grew up to become the man he was now. Keira and Daxter had come downstairs halfway through the story, letting the group know that Jak was now sleeping quietly, although he had developed a bit of a higher fever.

Torn sat back in his chair, rubbing his temples slightly once the man silenced himself. Every bit of information that Samos had told them was not only hard to swallow, but was indeed very out of the ordinary. Granted, with how he remembered the kid version of Jak, the boy was once an innocent child caught up in a very complicated situation. And even though that he didn't want to believe the old man, somehow he knew it was true.

"So, is that everything?" he questioned, removing his figures from his head.

Sighing a bit, Samos crossed his arms, "Yes. That's all there is to it." He told quietly.

Ashelin leaned forward in her chair, letting her eyes dart between the sage, mechanic, and Ottsel, "This is just…very hard to believe." She admitted still, sighing heavily.

"Believe me sister," Daxter interjected from Tess' lap, "The more you think about it, the more it hurts the head."

"But after all this time," Tess began, patting Daxter's head a bit, "It's just unbelievable that the Heir has been under our noses the whole time." Shaking her head a bit, she looked down at the Ottsel in her lap, "And that my little Daxie is actually from the past."

Keira nodded at the comment, though feeling slightly disgusted by her friend's nicknaming of the rat. She pushed her hair behind her ear a bit, trying to move it out of her eyes. Although she was there in that room, her thoughts were back in the room with Jak. She had been reluctant to leave him alone, considering he seemed to be in pain. But as the minutes ticked by, the screams diminished to soft moans and his thrashing had left him completely. And yet, he still had a high fever that seemed to be steadily growing in severity. Removing his torn shirt and cleaning him up was the easy part. It was keeping him cool that had left her worried.

Glancing towards the second floor stairs, the mechanic let a sigh escape her, "I just hope that everything will get easier for him." She muttered quietly, knowing that a few stares would come to her.

"That my dear," Samos began once more, "is where you are most greatly mistaken."

All the people looked up at the sage, question upon their faces. "Whatcha talking about Grandpa Green?" Daxter exclaimed, "What else is there?!"

Reaching into his bag by his side, the old man rummaged through his belongings. Within the few seconds he did, Samos withdrew a few sheets of papers with written translations upon them. Then, shortly after that followed the small pouch that held the item from the tomb. Laying everything out up on the table, the sage pointed to the translations written out in his handwriting.

Adjusting his glasses a bit, Samos looked up to the younger individuals, "According to the ancient texts of the precursors, The Ring of Mar is the most powerful weapon the house offers." He began, looking about.

"The house?" Torn questioned, raising an eyebrow.

"The House of Mar," Samos elaborated, gaining a nod from the man. "This item, once placed into the hands of a true blood heir, will release unbelievable power." Picking up one of his papers, he quickly skimmed over his writings.

Ashelin looked to Torn and Sig, who nodded in an understanding manner, "That's probably why those wastelanders came looking for Jak and the ring." She told, just to clarify everyone's thoughts.

Samos gave a nod to the woman's words as well, "But, there is a flaw in their plan unfortunately." He muttered.

Sig nodded once more to the sage. "The dark eco?" He muttered.

"Exactly." Samos told flatly, "Thanks to the baron, Jak has lost the ability to channel light eco that enables the precursor item to activate." He explained. As Ashelin shifted uneasily in her chair, the man looked to her with a small grin. "We don't blame you for that my dear. You know that." Raising an eyebrow in thought, Samos let his smile continue on, "When he was a boy, Jak was amazing with eco. He has a gift with it. I have never seen such a natural talent with eco ever really."

As the man chuckled a bit, a blood-curdling scream echoed through the bar, silencing the man. The sound came from upstairs, leading to only on conclusion. Everyone rose to their feet quickly, all eyes falling to the staircase. "Jak!" they shouted in unison, withdrawing their weapons.

Sig was the first to the stairs, his eyes narrowed and battle ready. "Cover me from down here. I'm gonna go check it out." He commanded, causing Ashelin and Torn to nod. The others remained near the table, unsure of where their place was. But they knew it was out of the wastelander's way.

Hurrying up the stairs, Sig made his way slowly down the hallway. His large boots tried to step lightly, though every board seemed to creek under his feet. The peacemaker was ready to be changed at a moment's noticed as he reached the door to Jak's room. Leaning back against the wall, the man pressed his ear to the panel. There were no sounds of movement. All that was to be heard was the sound of heavy breathing.

Reaching to the handle, Sig turned it slowly. Pushing it forward, he poked his head inside. There were no signs of the wastelanders or any kind of entry to the room. All that seemed odd to him was the figure in bed. His head was in his hands as he kept breathing in and out deeply. From where he stood, Sig could tell that the young man was shaking violently. His skin was paled and looked as if it were covered in sweat.

"Jak?" Sig questioned, moving into the room slowly. The young man did not make any move to answer or remove his face from his hands. Moving into the room, Sig shut the door behind him. "Hey cherry, you okay?"

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Jak brought his head out of his hands. Looking towards the door, he felt his heart skip as Sig stood there, his weapon in hand. Concern was etched onto his features as he slowly moved towards the bed, a hand stretched out. In Jak's mind, he could not help but think of the dream that had awoken him in sheer terror. His heart was racing and his sheets became entangled about him. It was him. The same man from the dream: Sig knew something that he didn't.

"Kid, what's the matter?" he questioned, "You look like you've just seen a ghost."

Pulling back the sheets to his bed, Jak let his legs swing out and onto the wood floor. He slouched a bit in his spot, feeling the room spinning around him. Around his neck, the pendant still hung. It dangled a bit as he sat there, casting his eyes downward to his bare feet. His neck was still sore from the injection he had received from the woman, but it wasn't as intense as it could have been.

Sig raised an eyebrow at the quiet young man, "Jak. Come on. What's—"

"It was a nightmare," Jak finally spoke, keeping his eyes to the ground. "There was a city in the desert. It was on fire and the people where fleeing everywhere. KG and metalheads were cornering them, ripping them apart. Almost as if they were looking for something extremely important."

Stopping in his tracks, Sig relaxed his muscles a bit, "A city on fire?" he questioned.

Jak nodded a bit, still keeping his eyes focus downward. "I ran through the crowds towards a small group of guards encircling three people. A man, woman," he paused, taking in a sharp breath. "…and a small child."

Sig felt his heart stop square in his chest. The scene the young man was describing to him seemed all too familiar. He could still feel the fear running through his veins like ice as he was entrusted the life of the last remaining heir. But, for Jak to dream about such a thing seemed too strange unless he had actually been there.

"You know…don't you?" Jak muttered quietly, breaking the man's train of thought. "You were there that night. You took the child under the man's orders and fled to the city." There was judgment in his voice as his long hair fell about his slumped shoulders.

Taking in a deep breath, the wastelander placed his weapon onto his back securely. Looking back at the teen, Sig took another step forward. "Jak, I-"

But the youth slammed his fists onto the bed in anger. "Why did you abandon me in Haven!?" he yelled, still keeping his eyes downward. "You left my parents to die and you left me wandering in Haven."

Lifting his head up at last to Sig's silence, the older man was taken aback. Jak's blue eyes where now reddened, almost as if he had been crying. His breath was shallow as he stared Sig down with anger written upon his face. The wastelander had seen that stare once before. And he would have recognized anywhere.

"I was following orders. You're father trusted your life to me." He said calmly, moving closer to the angered young man. He kept his eyes locked with Jak's, trying to make the connection with him. He almost looked like a fearsome animal in a cage, ready to jump at him if he got too close.

"You're parents aren't dead, Jak." He told flatly, getting more of a shocked expression from the man.

"I don't believe you!" Jak shouted, rising to his feet. "I saw what happened. Everything is—" Just as quickly as he had gotten to his feet, Jak felt the entire room spin around him. Placing his hand to his face, he began to sway on his feet.

"Easy there kid," Sig's voice muttered, "You still have a fever. Sit oon your bed and just calm down." He felt a touch come to his shoulders as the man moved him to sit once again. As he came in contact with his bed, the spinning and dizziness decreased to just mildly.

"Jak, your parents aren't dead," Sig repeated once again, letting the young man's balance come back again.

But Jak shook his head, "But, in my dream, I saw—"

"There were decoys sent out to pose as them." Sig explained. "That's probably what you remember from when we were running through the palace." Stopping in his tracks only a few steps away from him, Sig slowly lowered himself onto on knee. Raising his head up a bit, Jak watched with curiosity, "When I first me ya, I thought that I had gone crazy. You look just like your parents. And even your ability to control eco floored me. It's one of the traits of the House of Mar. But, after hearing of your misadventures in prison, I threw out my theory on you. That was all a coincidence. And yet, it still nagged me in the back of my mind."

Jak felt his eyes grow wide at the man's simple explanation. Everything he was telling him seemed to be falling into the right place. It almost seemed like a giant jigsaw puzzle was beginning to form in his mind, with tiny bursts of information filling into the gaps.

Before he could say anything, Jak watched as the wastelander cast his eyes away from him, "Jak…" he paused, lowered his head into a bow. "No. Your highness, Prince Mar," the words made Jak withdraw even more from the man. "I apologize for that night. I couldn't endanger your life anymore. You are the only known heir and I had to defend your life in any way I could." He paused, keeping himself calm, "Please forgive me."

For a moment, all Jak could think of to do was sit and stare at the man with question on his face. His dream had really happened and he couldn't seem to shake it off anymore. It was all because of his necklace and the wastelander woman that he was being pulled into something that didn't make any sense to him. But him a prince? Jak could not help but find that part hard to believe. All he could conclude was that his parents were still alive and he had to speak with them.

Letting a smile part from his lips, Jak leaned forward to the bowing man. "Sig," he began as he placed his hand to the man's shoulder. "I'm alive thanks to you and Samos. You both kept me hidden away from the KG and metalheads. I'm grateful." Watching as the man lifted his stare to him, Jak chuckled a bit. "And I'm still Jak. You don't have to call me Mar."

Returning the smile, Sig rose to his feet. "I just….can't believe that your actually him." He admitted quietly, letting Jak continue to smile. "Your parents are going to be so happy to know you are alive."

"Where are they?" Jak questioned as he watched Sig cross his arm across his chest.

"In the Wasteland," Sig told him simply. Raising an eyebrow, Jak looked at the man with confusion upon his face. "You're a wastelander. Just like me."

Letting his mouth hang agape, the blond haired man tensed at the statement. Although a part of him wanted to object, the other half knew it was the truth. Sighing a bit, Jak could feel exhaustion coming over him once more. Reaching up to his face, he rubbed his eyes with his fingers, trying to rid himself of the sleep.

Sig chuckled a bit at the sight, "You get some more rest. I'll get us ready to head back to the wasteland," Turning away from him, he headed towards the door. "You're parents are the only ones who will know how to protect you from Mira. Not to mention that you need to have that injection mark on your neck looked at by a monk."

Nodding a bit, Jak watched as the man paused at the door, looking back at him. "Have you….sent a message to my parents yet? About this whole thing?"

"I'll leave that up to you, your highness." The man smiled, moving out into the hallway. "We'll be leaving as soon as you're well enough."

Shaking his head as he moved back into bed, Jak rolled over to face the wall. "Don't call me 'your highness'." He mumbled as the door shut quietly.

Author's Notes: Hope you all enjoyed it! Please Read and Review.