later, then.”
Jak smiled in mischief. “That’s the spirit! Let’s get going, then,
shall we?”
Adri widened her eyes in surprise. “You haven’t even started
doing anything, yet?!”
Jak shook his head with a smirk and leaned back into the
sloped beach, closing his eyes and folding his arms behind his back.
Adri turned as she heard Daxter shriek at the seagull, whom had
gotten hold of the poor ottsel’s tail, and laughed. She leaned back
and closed her eyes as well, folding her hands on her stomach.
Unbeknownst to the two teens, Samos, the old Eco Sage, had
watched, and understood, the whole conversation from his watchtower and shook his head knowingly, a small smile forming at the
edges of his wrinkled green skin.
“Well, I guess we’ll have two Chosen Ones, instead, Precursors,” He muttered to himself. The old Sage climbed down from his
ladder and back into his hut. “Oh, Precursors.”
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