Three steps from the edge

Intro

My voice...hasn't been used much in years. There was no need too. I'd made a mistake long ago and ended up in...hell? Hell or not, it was filled with grotesque demons, and shadows that could suck the life out of the liveliest. So, I grabbed the closest weapon to me, and ran. I ran until I found a place, torn down, worn down, and isolated, with very few of the demons there. Every now and then, a random person would come in, normally someone who was built, had several weapons, and looked tough. But they'd hardly ever leave alive. Only one has, he has a blue shirt, and two daggers. Brown hair, and blue eyes. He left alive, he left alive and well.

I heard the door open, it had been two years since the man had left here, and I was now considering myself and extraordinary hunter, tracker, and fighter. For six years total I'd taught myself. I had my gun slung across my back, a spear in my hand. It was an easier tool to hunt with. More and more MetalHeads, what I used to call demons, would lurk here. And there were the few, is so familiar evolved lurkers. I thought back to my time at Sandover, it was peaceful, and even with the lurkers there was never a need to fear or fight. I lived far enough from the village they never roamed towards my land, but close enough to it, that a fabled boy and a half were there to protect me.
There was always shining sun, and crisp clean air. Would anyone believe me if I were to tell them, that as I stand on this crumbling stone ledge, a good fifty feet above the ground, my spear pointed at a smaller metalhead, I stand in the exact spot of my home. A little to my left, a few lurker shark-lengths away, stands the ruins of the Green Sages hut. Yes, this is the future. My foolishness brought me to this hell that is my home.
My attention turned back to the door as a green-blonde elf walked in, his expression was a mix of monotone, and just plain pissed off. An orange creature sat on his shoulder, I quickly identified it to be an ottsel, I'd seen images of the creatures on the ruins in the back. I wasn't paying attention as the metalhead got up and lunged at me, knocking me backwards. I almost fell into the swampy mud water, the consequences could have been lethal, if not for a blue glowing figure, with large wings. He sat me back where I was, the metalhead now gone.
"Someone is coming. Do not ignore them, they will change your life, and the world." I did not recognize this man, for normally if a message were to be important and sent to me, a light Eco, or dark Eco version of myself would deliver it I went to ask something, but by then, the angelic man was gone. I sighed and walked along the stone ledge back to my shelter in the green sages hut. I grabbed my special boots, I'd crafted with the hide of the MetalHeads so that they may withstand the swamp mud water, and put them on. I threw my satchel over my shoulder, and tossed my gun mods in there, choosing the Vulcan Fury to put in my gun before placing it back in the holster.
I walked back out of the hut and looked around for the elf, figuring he'd need some help if he wanted to survive, and found him, struggling to fight off the three MetalHeads that claimed to run this place. Over my years here, I've learned every metalhead has a name, a life, a thought purpose. And that's why I only killed those I needed too, the same goes for lurkers. I taught myself the language of their tribes, and if I had started to speak over the course of the past year, only on rare occasions, and only in their tongue. I quickly leaped down from my post and ran over, pulling out a small bit of Eco from my satchel.
"WAIT!" I cried out, speaking their language. (Their language will be in italics.)
"What do you want now stupid girl?" The strongest of the three spat.
"You..." I thought for a second, needing to improvise on the spot if I wanted to help. "You haven't come by for your Eco supply yet, and you haven't sent anyone to claim it for you. I thought a week ago you had sent a messenger, near death, to tell me you wanted to make that deal with me. Every innocent man that wanders in, must be allowed to wander out, and in return I give you Eco of any color you wish. You made the deal, and were supposed to claim your Eco today, or send someone else to claim it." I felt like an idiot, this metalhead, I often called Broken, would never fall for such a stupid trick.
"I made no such deal!" I was right. With a heavy sigh, and a heavy heart, I grabbed my gun out and aimed it at his metal core or metalhead gem, as you might call it.
"Then how about I offer you a new deal? Your life, for his life. If you harm the man, or any of your gang harms him, you shall each loose your lives. If you leave now, and leave him alone you shall keep them." I shot the gun, the bullet just barely missing his head. His face went pale and he signaled for the others to fall in behind him as he ran off.
"What the hell was that?!?" The man growled.
"Easy Jak, she saved our asses." The ottsel said.
"....it's no bi-" I realized I instinctively talked in the tongue of the metal tribes. I shrugged, avoiding the weird look the man was giving me, before running off a safe distance. I needed to be higher than the man and the ottsel if I truly wanted to help. I'd keep a close eye on them the rest of the journey, but hopefully they'd stay to the eastern side, or higher up, the western side is where Broken gathers his 'subjects' and after than encounter, i don't think it would be a good idea for this Jak character to end up there.