Jak and Daxter: The Precursor Legacy (Fan Fiction)

1: Knocked In

Daxter's P.O.V

"I don't think we should be doing this Jak," I said as the motorboat sped off towards Misty Island. "Old Green Stuff told us not to come here!"

He snickered as a small wave knocked me overboard, then he reached a hand out to pull me back onto the boat.

My name is Daxter. Jak is my best buddy. I don't like to brag about it, but I think of him as a sidekick. I mean, he's a mute! Who is a sidekick to a mute these days?

Anyway, we were on our way to an evil place known simply to us villagers as 'Misty Island'. Samos, the Sage of Green Eco, told us we could go anywhere, even the Fire Canyon, which could melt Precursor Metal, even the Forbidden Jungle, home to giant cobras and lurker-piranhas! But never to Misty Island! So Jak, the amazing daredevil, decided to drag me along to the one forbidden place!

Finally, our boat (which we'd stolen from the fisherman for a quick spin) pulled up at the banks of Misty Island.

We climbed up a couple of rocks and arrived at a Precursor Door. I barely stifled a scream. Lurkers everywhere! They were all bunched together, watching the Precursor Door intently.

"Hey Jak," I whispered. "They're waiting for something or someone!"

Jak nodded and then put a finger up to his lips, shushing me.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, two people appeared. A guy with dark purple skin, grey hair, yellow eyes and a greyish-purple cloak. And a girl with skin the same colour, green hair in a ponytail, huge brown eyes and bronze armour.

"Continue your search for Precursor artefacts," the man rasped. "If the locals possess any artefacts, you know what do."

"Deal harshly with anyone who strays from the village," the girl said in a thick British accent. "We will attack it in due time."

With a POP, they disappeared again, leaving a few streaks of purple stuff behind.

Jak slipped down from the rock, and I followed him.

We wandered for a little, finding nothing of interest, until I tripped over some weird canister thing. "Huh?" I got up and turned, ignoring Jak's snort. I groaned. "Stupid Precursor junk!" Leaving it behind, I moved over to where Jak was standing. We were looking into a deep pool filled with strange purple stuff. "Yuk! What is that dark ooze?"

Turning, I picked the artefact up and brushed the dust off the top. "The Sage yaps on about the Precursors that built this place all the time." Changing my voice to imitate the Green Sage, I continued. "Where did they go? Why did they build this crap?"

I tossed the canister away in disgust. Jak must have caught it, because there was no clunk. "Now, I like the Precursors as much as the next guy. But, hey! They must've been real losers."

I turned back to Jak, who was holding the now glowing piece of junk. "Whoa! How'd you do that?"

He shook his head confusedly, eyes wide.

Suddenly, from behind, there came a huge THUNK!

Jak looked up from the artefact at the same time as me, and we both saw the huge lurker that stood before us.

It was one of the blue, muscly lurkers with a bone helmet and huge bone spiked club. He swung that club at us, snarling and growling.

"Jak, I th-think we're in trouble!" I ran and hid behind Jak.

I saw him run towards the lurker, I saw him throw the glowing artefact at the lurker, I saw it explode, I saw Jak come flying towards me, then BOOM! I flew through the air and landed in the pool of ooze.

Don't worry about the picture on the side. It has nothing to do with Jak and Daxter.