Erron finally makes amends with his father.

It was on Christmas morning several hours later when the Special Forces have long since left, with the black dragon, and all the exhibits cleaned up and were getting in positions.

"Before we freeze once more I like to return something to you," Teddy speaking to Erron atop Texas. Presenting over the severed Tarkatan blade Erron fetched to Rexy earlier in the night. "What's the matter, my boy? It's Christmas! Why do you look down?" Teddy wondered with a look on his face concerned for Erron.

"It's just that," Erron trailed off not sure how to express himself. "There's something I need to do but I don't know if I have the strength to do it." Erron lamented, worrying about talking with his father afraid but not sure of what.

"Well my boy, I don't wish to intrude but you better hurry soon, sunrise is upon us in 10 minutes," Teddy proclaimed as he raises his sword.

Erron knew it was now or never so he left the main lobby seeing Rexy walking over him, getting into its usual spot back at the entrance. Columbus standing atop his podium pointing west. "Hey, do you know where American history is?" Erron asked for the bronze statue. He pointed east before point back west. "Thanks," Erron said gratefully running as fast as he could. Headed to the civil war room seeing all the mannequins gearing up their muskets and bayonets.

He saw his pa talking with Robert, Grant, and Sherman. He stood there hesitating, still getting his head wrapped around the fact his father was here, his heart pounded in his chest.

He then felt a hand touch his shoulder as he saw Sacajawea. Erron was taken aback by her beauty. Her buck-skin skirt and dark skin tone with his obsidian eyes standing into his soul like before when she was lifeless.

"You afraid aren't you?" She interviewed Erron. "You must Nathaniel's son Erron black." She worked out.

"How did you-"Erron was stunned that she knew the secret he tried to conceal all night.

"One can infer given the way you act around him," Sacajawea pointed out, she was a lot smarter and observant than she appeared. "He speaks very fondling of you. He wishes to meet his descendants, seeing how well they're doing." She explained in a soft tone, making Erron calm.

Erron was surprised at this turn of events. "Well I'll be dammed, he does care." "If have something to say do it now." She looked at Erron as she walked away returned to her exhibit with Lewis and Clark.

Erron stretched his limbs and cracked his knuckles and neck. Let's do this. He thought as he strolled toward his pa with confidence.

Erron never really ever gets the chance to make amends with his father, while he may be a wax sculpture Erron Black knew this would the closest thing he gets to closure. Damm it he was gonna take to opportunity, this was the once in a lifetime chance to correct an error he sorely.

Nathaniel saw Erron walked towards him, he excused himself from the conversation and greets Erron.

They both shook hands gave each other a pat on the back. He smiled from ear to ear. "Well this looks like to be it," Nathaniel lamented. "In a few minutes the sun will come, and I and the boys will be shipped off out of the place." He looked around the room at the over mannequins.

"There's something I gotta tell ya..." Erron looked around the room anxiously. "I'm your-" " Your my son," Nathaniel interrupted Erron. "I know you shoot me, and I just want to let you know I hold no grudge against you." He cheerfully said giving his son a giant hug. "Wait your not?" Erron surprised not at all excepting his reaction. "Does that mean you you're not mad at me?" Erron asked puzzled.

"Mad at you? Your my flesh and blood I can never be mad at you." Erron's father gleefully said. "Look I know I wasn't the best man after the war, but know I've witnessed things no man should endure. I know I showed you tough love but I was doing what was best for you." He explained a bit more somberly in his inflection.

Erron for a good part of his life thought his father was just an ass. Eventually, he saw his point of view after man rounds of kombat, what battle and war does to men. He became more sympathetic to his old man, now those feelings we validated after tonight.

Erron was perhaps given the greatest Christmas gift he could ever ask for: Reconciliation with his old man.

"I wish to give you something," Nathaniel took off one of his badges and gave it to Erron. "I dub you as an honorary member of the Terry Texas rangers also know as the Eighth Calvary." He exclaimed making sure everyone in the room heard. At the Mannequins included the wax statues did the American salute. "And I gift thee an Original Henry rifle." Nathaniel pulled one out of a box filled with supplies. Erron knew this wasn't practical given when the sun rises came it would go back to being a replica but Erron appreciation the gift anyway. Storing it on his back.

Erron couldn't help but shed a tear at this moment. He gave his old man another huge saying "Thank you father, your the best dad anyone could ever ask for!" Erron sobbing over his words.

"And your the best son I could ever ask for," He replied sentimentally.

Erron let go of his pa, and he walked off. "Time for me to hit the old dusty trail," he said solemnly. "Where to next my boy?" He asked his son.

Erron didn't know how to respond to that. "I have an idea what the hell I'm gonna do." He laments. Erron Black was never man planned for tomorrow. Given his immortality, he knew he would live to see the next day. So why bother?

"How exciting!" Erron's father exclaimed, enthusiastic for his son. "I lived my life son, you still got yours."

"Wait there's something I wanna give," Erron handed over the blade to his father. He examined it carefully, not knowing what it was he still accepted it and sheathed it.

As he climbed atop his horse, he stood still for a moment. "Ahh!"

"Ahh"

Nathaniel startled Erron, "Got you good!" He exclaimed joyfully. He looked at the ceiling windows seeing the sun hitting him. "Smile my boy, it's sunrise." As he pulled his Henry rifle and the horse made one last noise.

He takes one last look around the Civil War exhibit, just as he heard footsteps "Hey you guys heard that? I think it's coming from the American History hall."

And just like that Erron opened a portal Outworld back at the Kotal's palace. He only needed to tell Kotal what he needed to know: No one could use the Tablet to bring back Onaga's army.

Erron wouldn't forget for quite some time, it sure one hell night at the Museum.

Merry Christmas everyone! It's a Christmas miracle I was able to finish this. Family and everything first and all that. As far as what's next for blazecap: I have smaller project on the horizon coming very soon! Hope you enjoyed my story, leave your thoughts down below. Happy holidays and have a safe new year!