AGAIN MAJOR SPOILERS FOR THE GAME, THE LAST GUARDIAN. PLEASE SKIP IF YOU DO NOT WANT IT TO BE SPOILED FOR YOU.

 And so, they began their journey, up and up from pillar to post and trust was needed, Jack did not know why he trusted this giant creature boy but it seemed he didnt have a choice. Was all this fate? Not many people's fate was to help a giant creature to its nest, but hey. As they got slightly higher, there were solider-like beings which attacked Jack and the Trico but something in the beast sparked and he would raise his paws, smacking the soldiers off the bridge. Jack would back away from him slightly, not wanting to be hit by his large paws and head to his death. Trico would never hurt Jack, right? He wasn't Tricos enemy.

Trico needs to eat a snickers.

Up and up they went, facing obstacles and Jack discovered the beast did not like mirrors and he'd often smash them so the beast would not be afraid and they could keep going. There was the occasional barrel thrown into the creatures mouth too, and sometimes they'd have to sneak around, when the Trico turned back into the boy. Jack was too focused on the task at hand to question why the barrels glowed or why the Trico would only turn into a boy after the beast had been fed. Jack had gotten attached to the creature-kid, being raised to think that these beasts would eat you given the chance to then petting and riding the beast; the creature quickly changed his mind and so did knowing there was a human in there too.

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They were close to the nest, it was turning to darkness and their journey was nearly over. It was reliving in a way, Jack could go home but he'd miss the creature. It was his companion for what felt like, weeks. His village hadn't crossed his mind. It wasnt until at the creature came running at him full on that Jack truly experienced fear. It leaped on him and the last thing he saw was those scary eyes.

...

What he awoke too though, was warming brown apologetic eyes. "Did I hurt you?" The boy asked, his voice deep and Jack shook his head, at least he didn't think so. But the boy began to cry. "I'm a monster, you must go home." Jack shook his head, there was no way he would just go home after coming this far. "No." He said simply, and got up dragging the red headed boy with him. The boy continued to protest. "I will kill you as Trico. Take soul, to be a kid like you." Jack refused, for once in his life he wanted to do something crazy and lord knows helping a giant creature that was also a red headed boy he saw in his dreams to his nest was definitely crazy. The boy didnt have much choice seeing as he turned back into the monster.

Well, He did warn Jack. And so, they continued forth further and further, nearer the nest. Jack stopped on the large hill looking down at the giant tare through the earth and how they couldnt work around it. Before that however, he starred at the array of colors in front of him as the sun began to set, pinks, blue and oranges igniting the sky; it was breath taking and he went a large thud beside him, it felt like an earthquake but it was merely Trico sitting down beside him, looking across the crevasse as they faced their next and perhaps, toughest challenge. Getting across.

Trico had lost most of his wings when he was shot from the sky and hadnt flown since. Although before they made a leap of utter faith, some blue butterflies were distracting Trico; Jack could see in the beasts eyes that he just wanted to chase them and catch one, the creature did not. Maybe these butterflies were saying good luck or maybe, happy death. Did Jack mention his chronic fear of heights? Yeah, they were pretty high right now and the smaller boy had to put everything he had into a creature that didnt have much wing to fly across a giant hole in the earth but if that was how he went, then that's how he went.

He climbed up onto the creature, patting his head for good luck. "Please, do not lead me to my death." Jack pleaded, gripping the creature because his life really did depend on it. The Trico sprinted off into the sunset, turning around to take and run and jump. The hole in the earth neared closer as the beast stretched out his wings and jumped, gliding over the hole in the earth as Jack squeezed his eyes shut. The Trico barely made it, gripping onto the earth as Jack began to slid due to the angle. He had experienced fear before, especially with Trico. I mean, the creature did burst into his room in the middle of the night and he nearly ate Jack whole but this, falling as the pit became closer was the scariest thing he ever heard.

Yet, he clung on to a tail. A tail that saved his life as Trico quickly clawed to get back onto stable ground, as he did so Jack didnt dare look down; The only sound he could hear right now was the thumping of his heart. The Trico was on solid ground and Jack slid off his tail, thankful for earth beneath him. Here they were, the nest; the tower. Trico was home.

But this was not the end of the journey.

Jack could see shadows in the sky, big shadows; with wings.

Trico. More than just one, more than just ten; perhaps twenty.

Jack had gone from fear, to raw panic. He gazed at the tower which was generating all sorts of shapes. Jack had no idea what was going on. A boy stood next to him, whom was panicking too, jogging on the spot.

"Trico made from shapes and souls. Children souls keep Trico children alive." The boy spoke so rushed that Jack nearly didn't catch what he said, nearly. That's when the barrels made sense.

They weren't just food but power, the barrels had souls in them! Jack was willingly feeding a creature souls so it could be a kid. It all made sense, thats why the boy wasnt here permanently  and only for a few moments, he did not have the soul to stay a boy forever and maybe thats why he needed Jack, to give his soul; His being. Jack didnt have time to think about it as the Tricos neared, he ran into the tower, realizing that this was the thing that could be turning the children into Trico's and he did not know why or how but he thought it had something to do with the GIANT glowy ball in the middle and he didn't know how to contain it.

The Tricos that were flying towards him gave him an idea, he didn't have anything to lose. He ran out into where the Tricos were surrounding his Trico and yelled at them, grabbing there attention as they headed straight for him. They followed him right into the centre of the glowy power-ball and Jack angered one so that he would run into the ball, hoping to shatter it.

He did this song and dance for what felt like, forever and finally it happened. The ball shattered, like a thousand glasses being broken all at once, the light in the room dying and things going blurry as he watched the Trico's fall over, turning back into children.

All, but one. His trico.

The boy ran out to see the Trico sitting there, looking sorry for itself. Jack was confused, why hadnt his soul returned? The boy appeared, always convenient.

"My soul is gone, it was bad. I need good soul; like yours." It wasnt only then, at the end of the journey that Jack just wanted to go home. "I cannot give you my soul. Im sorry; I just want to go home; I sacrificed a lot for Trico." Jack hung his head low, the boy understood. The Trico was back, and for perhaps the final time Jack climbed onto his feathery back and his wings extended, but not those little wings; no like full wings, the feathers on them blew in the wind and Jack watched as the Trico flew properly, over the horizon and back into the direction of the village.

The Trico nearly crash landed into the village and Jack knew he wouldnt have time to say goodbye, due to the villagers wanted to attack the Trico; It quickly flew off, a few spares in its back, Jack watched as his people surrounded him, making sure the boy was unharmed.

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Many decades later; The Trico was sleeping in its nest, as it did so when snow began to fall across the ground. He was perhaps, the last Trico on earth by this point, all the pervious ones becoming children again and getting to live out there life. Something above the beasts head was glowing blue and the beast sniffed, wondering what it was. The almost dust like thing fell onto his head making the beast sneezing and fell sleepy.

The Trico did not wake up, though. But a little boy with red hair did, and somehow he had a soul and a proper being to live his life not as a monster, but as boy.

The Last Guardian was gone it seemed and so was The Last Trico.