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Ottsel Wars I, Ch. 10
The Ancient Precursor Temple
Daxter continued to travel through the jungles of Meshla for the course of the next week. The days following his first day in the wild were brutal, for food became increasingly harder to obtain and the jungles were even denser than they had ever been since his arrival. He could expect at least one encounter with a vicious beast of some sort, each being as ferocious as the Liger from his first night or worse. The experience left his overall attire filthy and torn to shreds; though Daxter suffered no physical pain, save for a scratch or two. The most notable change was in Daxters personality; traveling in solitude left him feeling closed off from his personal feelings. All he could focus on was what was in his environment, whether he was searching for food or avoiding risky encounters with something vicious and deadly. His mission became nearly oblivious to him; it
Ottsel Wars I, Ch. 9
Trek Through the Jungle
Daxter and Tess were seen atop a grassy hill. The hill itself was abundant with beautiful daisies and wildflowers, a perfect setting for the two lovers who stood chest-to-chest. Daxter, she said, I love your new outfit. She tugged on Daxters white cotton shirt. You look so heroic!
When have I not? Daxter responded with a playful laugh. Tess wrapped her arms around Daxter, their faces only several inches apart.
Im going to kiss you, Daxter, she said while gazing into his eyes. But before I do . . . .
Yeah, honey? Out of nowhere, Tess spoke with a high-pitched British accent when she said:
Could you please join me on the observation deck?
What the . . . ?
Daxter awoke to Leaders voice over the booming speaker in his bedroom.
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