Ahh, this is my first Tales of Symphonia fic, I hope you like it! Takes place the night before they release the finaly seal, little bit of fatherly son moments for you, enjoy!
Kratos sat on the edge of the cliff, overlooking the valley before him, it was still dark out, but the taunting light started appearing in the easy, and before long, the sun would rise. He closed his tired eyes and sighed. It had been a long life, along with a long journey, and tomorrow, fate would intertwin and his only son would realize the truth, and undoutably grow an ever growing hatird of him. He shook away the depressing throughs, not wanting to face the awful truth. His mind drifted to Anna, and the way she held their new baby boy, her smile and delight made his heart life, his fist clenched at the thought that one of his own men had slou his wife.
"Hey," came a framiliar voice, he glanced behind him, a red outfit caught his eye as Lloyd sat down nexrt to him, looking out on the fadding stars. "Why are you out here by yourself?"
"I came out here to think, but now that your here I dout I'll get any of that." Lloyd gave a small chuckle, then turned to look at him.
"Is something botherthing you?" he asked.
"No," Kratos answered, the confusion hidden well. "Why do you ask?"
"Well, it's just, your always so cool and collected, but when we went to Kavar's ranch, and he started to talk bad about my mom, you got kinda angry." A lump started to form in his throat, it would hurt him too much to know the truth.
"I do not like people who speak ill of the dead," Kratos answered, looking back to the sky.
"Yeah, I kinda got that, but it's just-"
"Your quite nosy you know that?" Kratos said outfront. Lloyd scratched the back of his head.
"Yup! Did you know your avoiding my questions?" Kratos mumbled something watching as the light grew brighter. "How did you know my mom?" Lloyd asked.
"I never knew her."
Kratos held in a sigh. "It's amazing what you can figure out when you put your mind to it."
"I met her once," Kratos lied. "That's all."
"I guess you guys became friends?" Lloyd asked, smiling.
Kratos lowered his eyes, feeling instantly saddened. "Yes, we became friends." Lloyd's face dropped as well, his arms fell to his side.
"Can you..? I mean... what was she like?" he asked, his voice soft.
"I'm sure your father would know, why don't you ask him?" Kratos asked, a hint of bitterness in his voice.
"My father never met her, he's just my foaster father." Kratos nodded, as if he hadn't known.
"She was beautiful, kind, caring, strong hearted, and would look danger in the eye. She wasn't afraid to do anything. She slapped Kavar once for trying to plant an exspheare on you." Kratos laughed half heartedly, remembering the inncideint.
"That sounds great! I wish I could've seen his face," he then stopped and looked over at Kratos. "Do you miss her?" he asked.
"Everyday." Kratos answered on instinct, he bit his tounge and stood, as the light started to brighten in the sky, "Lloyd."
"Hm?" Lloyd looked up at him, he looked down on his son, taking in his features. He wanted to remember him, knowing it would probably be the last time he would see him.
"Don't die." He then turned on his heel and started down the moutain. Lloyd watched him, slightly conmfused, before turning back to the sunrise. He placed his head in his hands, and closed his eyes.
"Whatever you say Dad.." he whispered to himself, as the small village of Hima slowly started to awaken.