Jak and Daxter: The Precursor Legacy (Fan Fiction)

10: Another quest, done and dusted

“Oh, it's the conquering heroes,” Samos groaned as soon as we stepped foot in his hut. “Good! I wanted to talk with you about something serious! There appears to be quite a lot of lurker activity on Misty Island. I can see them bombarding the Precursor Silo from my lookout tower! If the lurkers open it up and release the Dark Eco, we could all end up running around looking as ridiculous as this annoying little specimen!” He swiped his stick at Daxter, who ducked. “And his lovely… girlfriend.” Daxterette blushed furiously and shook her head. Samos continued. “Jak, Jaklyn, it's time for you both to prove your worth. Get the Fisherman to let you take his boat back to Misty Island, get to the top of the Precursor Silo, and take out that cannon!”
“And... what about us?” Daxter asked.

“You, Daxter? Why don't you mop my floors? They seem to have lost their shine lately! And, Daxterette, my dear, maybe you know some of the lurker plans, considering your time on Misty Island?”
“Oh, uh, no.” Daxterette backed off. “Sorry.”
“Well, then… Maybe you should all… GET QUESTING! The bombardment is getting worse! And you, Daxter! You need to get mopping; this place is a mess!”
With that, he turned back to his window and completely ignored us.
We strolled down the ramp, Daxter included.
“Remember what I said!” Keira called from in her workshop. “About the pipeline!”
“Yeah, yeah, we got it,” I grumbled under my breath, staring off into the distance at the Forbidden Jungle.
“So, Jak,” Daxterette began, trying to start up a conversation. “Why is the Forbidden Jungle… named as it is?”
Daxter tilted his head, like he was listening to something. “Well, legend has it that, guarding the ancient Precursor Pipeline that Keira mentioned, there’s a really weird plant thing that shoots tentacles out of the ground. These tentacles find the thing food. They’re spiky, too, to kill prey.”
I glared at Jak. “Really?”
Jak grinned sheepishly.
“Nah,” Daxter said. “Just made it up.”
I groaned and sprinted off.
“Boys,” Daxterette scoffed, leaning forward on my shoulder as I ran.

Daxterette’s P.O.V

“Jaklyn!” I cried. “Watch out for that yakow!”
Jaklyn skidded to a halt. “Impudent creature!” she hissed. She smacked the animal’s rump. It groaned, a sound halfway between a ‘moo’ and a grunt, and shifted into a fenced-off area. It appeared to be the grazing pen for the things.
“Huh?” came an old man’s voice. The farmer sitting just outside of his hut saw the yakow in the pen and grunted. “Yeah, that’s right, girl, you get those beasts back into the pen.”
“What?” Jaklyn asked. “Who are you?”
“I think the better question is: Who are you?” the farmer snapped.
“I’m Jaklyn.”
“Well I’m the owner of this here ranch. And those yakows.”
“What are you doing now?”
“Oh, just restin' my tired bones.”
“Shouldn’t you be trying to get them in the pen? I mean, someone could steal them!”
“I've been tryin' to get those ornery yakows back into the pen all day! Funny you mention someone stealing them, actually. Some strange creatures tried to steal 'em earlier. You think you can help an old man and try and get 'em back into the corral?”
Jaklyn smiled. “I love a good quest.”
She ran around and punched every yakow she could find. They all moved closer to the pen with each hit.
She hit the last one and it slid into the corral. She slammed the gate and bolted it shut. She also pulled a bit of rope from her backpack and twisted it around the gate in a knot too complex for me to untie. Lurkers had no chance to untie that knot.
I plucked the arrow from my hair and it shimmered, transforming into a spell book and a magic staff. I flicked through the book, which was basically a bunch of paper held together by two green ropes, until I came to the Protection Spell.
I waved the staff in the shape of the rune illustrated on the page and it hung in the air, glowing blue. I chanted, “Lurkers begone from these pens! All but lurkers, Gol and Maya may enter these gates. And these yakows shall not die, nor shall their children, or their children’s children, lest they are slain for the farmer’s meat, at which point the birth of another shall occur! The life force of these yakows must never be taken!”
The rune turned a brilliant orange, before disappearing in a puff of smoke. My staff and book became an arrow once more. I morphed them into my signature weapons, twin katana, and a blue-and-white kimono. Then I flipped up onto Jaklyn’s shoulder.