It's been two years since the Haven War. Ashelin is the new Baroness, while I am head of New Haven's Defense. Jak and I looted the Fortress for anything we could shoot. They call it recollection. Recollection, my ass. I found some sort of contraption in the center of the Fortress. It was brown, heavy, and fit right on my arm. Alongside that was a storage of large Eco barrels, and that's when I saw a bluish glow from one of the cells. The glow was coming from a book, mainly from the title, written in Precursor. Damn. Would I be able to read it if the rest of it is like this? I had no time to worry about that now, though. I put the book in my rucksack and headed to the storeroom.
"Torn? Torn! There you are! Whoa, this'd supply the Defense for years. Hold on, I'll call a Zoomer."
We hauled it all out to the Palace.
After a long-winded congratulations and thanks from New Haven, I have alone time in my quarters. I crack open this book. Day one. Thankfully, unlike the title, the words of the book are written in a language I can understand. Let's see here.
"I was captured by some people wearing strange tunics..."
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Jak's Journal Book One: The Fortress
FanfictionMy fanfic of Jak's two years in the Fortress. Torn finds it in his old cell after looting it. He looks through it, balancing work and reading about Jak's basic Hell. Torn's one chance at learning about the Dark Warrior project is in these pages, now...
