(Macbeth's P.O.V.)
It has been too long. I hope Grouch and Luach forgives me for being late. At least, the Gargoyles are having some peace since the Hunter fiasco. Okay, granted that Demona hasn't been seen for a while, but it's obvious that she needs to be alone again. I know her too well. My boots sounded upon the soft ground. I softly smiled, smelling the familiar air I've missed. I slowly left the busy town, feeling better in the silence that awaited me. I stopped, seeing strange footsteps. I leaned down to study them, and I've widened my eyes. I'll be, a gargoyle in Scotland! Male, no doubt. Strange. I swore that the clans had dispersed or died off since Demona's clan.. I followed them to a cave, where I found stone pieces. He has been here. The most recent footsteps gave the sign that he had climbed the top of the cave and glided off.
Pecilicular. I'll have the time to figure this out, but first, I have to visit them. I kept walking, for a couple of hours, remembering old times, the old days where everything was wonderful. Upon, entering the graveyard, I stopped, seeing the strange yet familiar footsteps. I tensed, preparing to defend myself if this male was territorial. I slowly and quietly crouched, walking steadily as I followed the footsteps, up to a place that I very much remember. I raised an eyebrow as I stopped, seeing this animal gargoyle sitting before my wife and son's gravestones. He was speaking English, yet there was a very slight tremor of Scottish. I took in his features, body language. He seemed relaxed yet he seemed wistful and hopeful.
(Bonetooth's P.O.V.)
Once I woke up from my stone sleep, I had a feeling and I felt that I wanted to visit Mother since I had dreamt of her dancing with Father. As I got to glide off, I kept wondering about Father. How's he? He better be all right. Okay, I saw the show and everything, but he had gone through so much. Losing me as Luach, and Mother, being immortal, Has physical pain, and can ignore that, but he has guilt and pain inside. I can tell. Father, you better not dare do anything stupid. I glided on, until I reached the graveyard. I respectfully and warily walked toward Mother's gravestone. I stood before it, memories of Mother flashing by.
"Well, Mother. I believe I never gave much a compliment to your dancing with Father. You danced so gracefully. Father had never looked so content until that moment when you gave him that look of love and adoration. If you were a gargoyle, you would be so gorgeous, and Father would have fallen in love all over again. Okay, you were respectful of Demona, but granted, you would love it. The gliding, the power, the grace, plus the strange beauty.".
I sat down, caressing her gravestone. "I was heartbroken when I heard of your death. Through you must have gone through so much pain with Father disappearing since.. At least, you're in heaven, and you probably have met my other parents. They were amazing, Mother. They raised me well as you did, okay, I had some trouble here and there, but still. I love them as I love you, Mother.".
"What was that song you used to sing to me with Father watching in happiness from the doorway? It has been so long. Forgive me if I couldn't get it right.".
Hush ye, my bairnie
Bonny wee laddie
When you're a man
you shall follow your daddie.
Lift me a coo,
And a goat and a wether,
Bringing them hame
To your minnie thegither.
Hush ye, my bairnie
Bonny wee lammie
Routh o' guid things
Ye shall bring to your mammie
Hare frae the meadow
deer frae the mountain
Grouse frae the moorlan'
And trout frae the fountain.
Hush ye, my bairnie
Bonny wee dearie
Sleep! come and close the een
heavy and wearie
Closed are the wearie een
rest ye are takin'
Sound be yer sleepin'
And bright be yer wakin'
Hush ye, my bairnie
Bonny wee laddie
When you're a man
you shall follow your daddie.
Lift me a coo,
And a goat and a wether,
Bringing them hame
To your minnie thegither.
"I hope I got that right, Mother. I remember when you finished, you always gave a nod to Father, and he would come along, blow out the candle, and look at me with pride and love. He always said, 'Never forget our love, Luach, and
'you always will be our son, forever and on.'". softly spoke a voice. I startled around, widened my eyes as I recognized Father, being in modern clothes, but still the same Father I remember.
Father's eyes were wet of shock and hope, his face solemn like oftentime I had saw back in the dark days.
"L-luach?". Father whispered hopefully.
I smiled widely and wistfully, "Yes, Father.". Father then ran to me, and hugged me tightly and endearingly like he didn't want to let go. I finally broke down, tears falling as I half-sat, half-crouched, hugging Father back, reuniting as a father and son should. Father's familiar smell surrounded me like a secure blanket, reassuring me that everything is alright. I'm back. We're together!