Disclaimer: I don’t own Jak and Daxter, nor do I own the Pixie Hollow series. The Jak and Daxter Series are the sole property of one Naughty Dog. And Pixie Hollow are the sole property of Walt Disney Studios, or is it now just called Disney. I don’t really know. OCs are of my own design.

Pixie Hollow: the Precursor Legacy

Archibald Marr, a treasure hunter, explorer, and tinkerer of sorts.

He had spent his whole life, learning about one particular subject of his life: Fairies and Elves.

Most people thought he had lost his mind… until he disappeared.

Very soon… his grandson, Jak… would soon find him.

… where everything you lose… ends up…

Chapter 1: Journey to a New World; of Fairies and Elves

The Main Lands

Somewhere in England

“Jak? Jak!”

In a slightly messy room, a young teenaged boy was sound asleep on his bed. He was around sixteen and a half, slim but surprisingly in great shape, like a young surfer who worked out. He wore a blue pair of jeans with brown hiking boots, and a white T-shirt with a black jacket next to him. He had a cute face that most girls would probably go nuts for, and short tussled dusty blonde hair on his head. He groaned as he got up, nearly half-dead, as he opened eyes and revealed them to be Crystal Blue.

He yawned as he heard an elderly female voice. “Jak? Jak?” the boy Jak jerked away as he shot out of bed. He scratched his head as he stretched his back out. He then rubbed his face as he heard knocking on the door, with the same elderly voice outside. “Jak, did you fall asleep?”

“A little while back, Grandma,” Jak groaned, finally getting the sleep out of him. “It was a long night, trying to find anything worth for sale.”

“I thought you said that you‘d help me out this morning.”

“I thought I was,” Jak replied.

“On your bed and with your eyes closed?”

“That was last night when you were reading me that story,” Jak stated as he slipped on the jacket. “You know, the one about all those fairies, elves. What was it called? Fairy Hollow?”

“Pixie Hollow,” his grandmother replied as she opened the door.

She was a kind old woman, probably starting out in her sixties or so. She had short silver hair tied into a bun on the back of her head, with two bangs in front. She wore glasses hiding two blue eyes behind them, and wore a yellow blouse, a brown shirt jacket, and a velvet skirt that went down to her ankles, while she wore a pair of slippers on her feet. In truth, she was the embodiment of the type of grandparent they should be: Kind, gentle, loving, and very wise when giving advise to others.

She cocked an eyebrow as she gave her grandson a warming smile on the face. “I‘m amazed that you remember your grandpa‘s teachings, but you can‘t even remember the name of the stories I read you.”

“I only remember the stuff that I was awake to hear,” the young lad joked. He made mention that the fairies had four ruling governors over the four seasons, and that they were all governed by one Queen. He then joked on about how the elves had four sages that controlled the primal forces of nature, color coated Green, Blue, Red, and Yellow. “And that there were two legendary elements that were said to have never existed…”

“Dark and Light,” his grandma cheerfully interrupted. “All very good, Jak dear.” She then scooted him out of the room as she hastened his exit. “But don’t forget your promise, okay? You agreed to help me empty anything that‘ll be of value for the yard sale.”

Jak sighed as he walked down the second floor hallway of their house as they talked some more. “I still don’t see why we couldn’t get another loan from the bank. We need the money more than ever now that stingy Davido to pay the mortgage for the house, let alone the land.” She sighed in saddened defeat, “You know, your grandfather, Archibald, would never have let something like this happen.” She then seemed saddened as she brushed away a stray tear, “I just wish both he and your parents were here. They would know what to do.”

They stopped at the stairwell as she tried to give her grandson a cheerful smile. “Well… I‘d better go see what else I can find.” And she went down the stairs, hoping to find some miracle in means to pay the mortgage.

From what Jak had heard, the mortgage was only due until this coming January, and it was still in the middle of turning to Spring this year. As from what he remembered since the last time they met, Davido was a greedy landowner, who presided over and found the multi-national Davido co., which specialized in property development. When they first met, he was determined to evict him and his grandma from their old family home, and build flats when they were done demolishing the place.

Jak sighed as he headed to the next stairwell and walked up them. “I just hope grandpa stashed something of value in his study.”

Attic

As soon as Jak opened the door, he had to cover his mouth due to dust escaping into his throat. He coughed a bit, brushing away at the dust as his nostrils settled in. the door creaked open as he took a gander the place that was once his grandpa Archibald’s study.

The place looked like an expansion of Indiana Jones’s study, but with greater details. Hanging from the ceiling were model constructions of DaVinci’s works, a skeleton of what was probably some giant prehistoric fish. Shelves were littered with books upon books of anything you’d find in a child’s storybook store. Most of them were read through, with little red strings to bookmark some important findings, and others were left open to showcase some vast information: Fairies and Elves. And on the vast crescent moon shaped desk that the young lad walked before him, papers and books lay strewn on the surface. On one corner were two models that caught Jak’s attention now as he walked over to them. The two models were of two humanoid figures that appeared to be no bigger than thumbs; one had long, pointy ears that were as big as a ruler’s, while the other had small, pointy ears, with beautiful insect like wings.

Jak had to smile at this little sight as he got a closer look of the two models. He remembered on how his grandpa would go on and on about the stories of these two, living together in that place called Pixie Hollow, in where it was nestled in a place called Neverland.

‘Oh grandpa,’ Jak thought to himself as he looked around the room, sighing in sadness over the thought of his grandpa Archibald. ‘Where are you? Don’t you know we need your help now?’ he looked over as he reached over to some of the books and papers, picking up one open book in particular, “Going off hunting down fairies?” he shook his head as the dust fell off the pages to reveal the vast and amazingly detailed illustrations. “Why is he even interested in this stuff? It‘s just fairytales.”

However, as he slowly walked around the room, he still held the book in his hands. He looked at the pages in thought as he wandered blindly. The first page depicted of a wondrous tree, showered with golden dust, and furies flying all around it. This illustration was supposed to be of what his grandpa had called ‘Pixie Hollow’. the next page showed a beautiful fairy of sorts, bathed in golden dust and of sorts to royalty; the illustration was called Queen Clarion.

However, as he turned to another page, it seemed to dim a bit. It was a depiction of a battled between what the young lad could guess was warrior elves, being led by what appeared to be a brave elf leader of sorts. Their enemies were a bit confusing to Jak, seeing as how he never seen them before. They were monstrosities, in different sizes and shapes, but all had distinct yellow glowing eyes, armored bodies, and a gem embedded into their skulls. And in the back, leading them, was a tall, darkened figure, whose presence only showered mystery and fear to whomever saw him. Only one illustration explained what it was:

Maltazard; the Evil… M.

Jak cocked an eyebrow in confusion at this illustration in particular. “The Evil M? Grandpa never talked about him,” he told himself as he shrugged, “He never told me about those creatures either.”

Suddenly, he stumbled onto something that caused him to drop the book. Jak looked in front of him and saw that he had knocked over his grandfather’s priceless telescope; it had fell towards the open window, which now showcased the now coming night sky. He stepped forward, helping up the scope, and noticed something tied to the telescope’s lens.

“A letter?” he reached to it, pulled it off as he set the telescope back up again on its tripod legs, and opened it up. As he looked at the hand writing, his eyes went wide with surprise. “It‘s… it‘s from Grandpa.” Amazed to see a letter from his missing grandfather, he immediately read it without hesitation.

Dear Grandson,

I’m sorry if this wasn’t given to you in person, but if you find this message, then I haven’t returned from our old home.

I only came back in the hopes that it could recover the family treasure. It seems that low-down snake in the grass, Davido, threatened to foreclose on our old home if I didn’t square away with his so-called debt.

I wish you could see it now as you take your first steps in young adulthood. But alas, I’m afraid that will only happen until the time is right… when you come to meet and fulfill your destiny.

However, if I don’t return, then my mission… and your destiny… will befall on you.

If you accept it, of course.

If you do find the portal, follow these simple instructions. Only then can you visit your family‘s true home, and learn of your true roots. The portal can only be opened when it faces the Second Star to the Right of the North Star, which, the telescope should still be pointed in. If this is done, then you need only to do the following: The First Ring must be moved three times to the right in a full circle, the second ring must be turned to the left three times, and finally the third must be one whole turn.

The first for the Mind

The Second for the Body

And the Third for the Soul

Follow these steps, and you shall be where I have gone. Once there, you must take heed; there is great good in this world, as well as great evil. Your strength and knowledge will be your weapons, but your greatest weapon will be your heart.

I pray that when we see each other again, it will be a joyous time for us both. When that happens, you, I, and your grandmother will all be together again as a happy family.

Until then, good luck on your journey.

Your grandfather,

Archibald Marr

Looking at the letter in confusion, Jak had a dumbfound glance at the letter in question. “Destiny? Homeland? Mind, body, and soul?” he shook his head as he dropped the letter, letting it float downward to the ground. “I think Grandpa‘s getting to that age where he starts imagining things.”

But then he glanced back at the telescope as he walked over to it. He then looked out the window, getting a good look at the harvest moon glowing brightly in the sky. He then looked around, seeing so many stars, and caught a glimpse at the North Star. But in a sudden sight of amazement, Jak spotted something very peculiar, something he had never seen or bother to see before.

On the right of the North Star, a second star glowed brighter than it did. “Second Star to the Right,” Jak muttered, remembering the words his grandfather wrote down in the letter. After that realization, he shook his head in distraught disbelief, “No way, that‘s not possible! I mean, they were all stories!” but Jak stopped for a moment, a look of shock and wonder on his face, and glinting in his eyes. He then slowly turned to the telescope, whispering to himself in uncertainty. “Aren’t they?”

However, going against his better judgment, and ignoring all the logical bells ringing in his head, he reached over to the telescope. “Okay. Second Star to the Right,” he told himself as he positioned the lens towards the Second Star. he looked through the eyepiece, hoping to find the so-called rings his grandfather wrote down. He looked away from the lens, scratching his head in thought out loud, “Okay… where‘re the rings?”

As he huffed in thought, he noticed something strange about the eyepiece. Built into it, three rings were built together, with three knobs on each of them, almost making them into turning wheels. This was it, this was what his grandfather meant. He reached out to them, and turned them in the correct order as he spoke it aloud. “Okay… First wheel, three times to the right for the Mind… Second wheel, three times to the left… and finally… Third wheel, one whole turn to the right for the soul.”

Jak pulled away, but still holding on to the telescope, awaiting for whatever it needed to do what it was gonna do. Nothing. “Hey!” Jak cried out, shaking the scope, “What‘s with this thing? Isn’t it supposed to do something?” Realizing what he had just said, he shook it off as he mumbled. “Great, I‘m starting to believe this…”

Sure enough, something did happen. Out from where the Second Star was, a beam of light, shot straight into the lens of the telescope, causing Jak to nearly jump from his shoes. “What the… ?!” Jak cried out to himself.

But then suddenly, the young lad looked surprised at the scene unfolding in front, and upon him. And much to his urgent and astonished surprise, he noticed that everything around him was getting larger. However, he suddenly felt a breeze as he noticed his pants and shirt getting baggier. And much to his surprise, he realized that the room wasn’t getting larger… he was shrinking.

As soon as he was nearing one foot, he grabbed onto the lens’s eyepiece. The only article he had on, being his shirt as well as a pendant around his neck, which strangely shrank with him. He grabbed the shirt with his free hand as now trying to cover himself up with it, he was fully now shrunk to the size of his palm. He had been reduced to the size of a G. I. Joe action figure. Jak looked at the lens in surprise at the next scene unfolding in front of him.

The eyepiece suddenly became a vacuum, sucking his shirt in like a roll of toilet paper being flushed down a toilet. Jak grabbed onto the lens, struggling to keep himself from getting sucked in. “Grandma!” he screamed out loud, his tiny voice not getting anywhere, “Grandma! HELP!”

He held onto the lens helplessly in place while the rest of his shirt was pulled in, tugging at him. His fingers losing traction and their grip, suddenly he was pulled in, and sucked into the lens. Jak screamed at the top of his lungs as he was pulled into the bright void. Then, there was a loud FLASH! VWOMP! The light died down, the beam disappeared… and he was gone.

Just then, the door creaked open, as Jak’s Grandmother popped in for a look. She had heard some strange commotion as she asked quietly, “Jak?”

Next Chapter: Into Pixie Hollow; Meeting of the Fairies