Mr.Who2123: The LAST chapter is here! It's the end!

Kratos: …

Mr.Who2123: Our special guest to do the Disclaimers is…Leon!

Leon: Mr.Who2123 does not own Tales of Symphonia, but she does own her O.C.s. so don't steal them.

Kratos: The last chapter…begins!

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Kratos stroked the soft hair of Leon before finally standing.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, the tears springing from his eyes once more. Kratos picked up the boy and laid him against a tree to begin digging a grave. He would properly bury Leon if it was the last thing he'd do…

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Kratos, now dirty with mud all over him walked over to Leon. Gently, Kratos knelt down and ruffled the hair. It felt so much more rough and course, unlike before. Kratos sighed and picked up the body. It was extremely light, but Kratos walked slowly, savoring his moments.

Kratos knelt down and laid Leon down in the grave, placing the bloody rapier next to him. Kratos smiled one last time at the body of Leon. He managed to say something after holding his gaze on the young boy.

"I'm sorry, Leon. I just wasn't strong enough to save you...," he choked on his words and more tears came down his eyes. Kratos quickly rubbed the moisture away and knelt next to the pile of dirt.

Kratos sat at the grave of Leon. He just finished placing the dirt in again, and there was a small lump from the process of digging. The brown dirt looked strange against the green grass, but it didn't bother Kratos. The clearing where Leon was buried was beautiful and full of life. Light fingered its way through the branches, and shone directly onto the grave.

"I have to say something," he whispered, and began engraving letters with his finger. Here lies Leon, the hero who saved the world before it knew its danger. A friend, a swordsman, a hero. The words weren't easily shown for the wind blew on the quickly engraved words, making them disappear almost instantly. The engravings were now lost in the wind, but the words lingered in Kratos' mind.

A small leave fell from a tree that was closest to the clearing, and landed softly on the grave, as if recognition of the hero. Kratos gazed at the green leaf, and closed his eyes tightly.

"Leon, I hope this is what you wanted, for I will do anything you have wished for," he spoke to the green leaf, not expecting a response. "I want to live for you." Kratos stood up, lingering his gaze. His tears were dried up, and he had done all he could.

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Almost 5,000 years later, Kratos sat on a small red chair in Derris-Kharlan. His hand was still scarred, although his glove covered it, making the marks obscure. He smiled softly at the thought, trying to imagine Leon's young face, when he was happy, when he learned something, or when he was angry. He wanted to see it all.

Kratos could barely make out his friends smiling young face, and he had no clear memory of that journey so many years ago. He closed his eyes, and leaned back. If only he could see him one more time...

"Kratos," a muffled voice called from the projector. Kratos abruptly stood up and walked next to the projector. Lloyd was standing in what seemed Dirk's yard. The swordsman had his usual grin, and he was jumping in excitement.

"Lloyd," Kratos replied softly. "What is it?" Lloyd smiled, and seemed to tremble with glee.

"You can come down to Symphonia for a couple days before Derris-Kharlan leaves the atmosphere. C'mon, let's spend some time together!" he nearly yelled with excitement. Kratos nodded and turned to the emergency portal next to the projector. He took a step in and felt himself head back to Symphonia one last time.

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"Kratos!" Lloyd yelled, as the Seraphim was greeted with a hug. Kratos smiled and tried to return the gesture as best as he could. "Let's go to my house!" Lloyd said, taking out his wing pack. Kratos was about to reply when he saw something to his right. He held his gaze, and widened his eyes very slightly.

"Later, I have to check something out," he said, taking a step back. "I'll be there soon. Can you leave me alone for a minute?" he asked politely. Lloyd smiled and respectfully left.

Kratos watched Lloyd leave, and then turned to the clearing not far from where he was now. He trembled, slowly taking one step after the other, and flashes of his past came back. He walked past a tree, and for a moment, saw blood trickle down its trunk. So familiar... Kratos walked a little more until he saw a patch of dirt in the middle of the clearing. Slowly, he knelt down at the mound, and memories kept flooding in his mind.

Tears came down Kratos' eyes. This is where he was buried. After all those years, I get to see him one last time. Kratos wiped some rubble away from the mound, and saw, as pure as daylight, the very words he had engraved so long ago.

"Here lies Leon, the hero who saved the world before it knew its danger. A friend, a swordsman, a hero," Kratos read shakily. The tears slid down his cheeks as Kratos cried silently, for the first time in years.

The green leaf, as vivid as Kratos remembered, blew in from the wind, and landed onto the mound.

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"Dad?" Lloyd asked timidly. Kratos had not returned to Dirk's house and went looking for him. He looked around where Kratos left and soon found him.

On the floor was a small pile of grass, and a mound with some words on it. Kratos was sitting in front of the graze, his tears obscured from Lloyd. A small green leaf lay in Kratos' hand as he gingerly placed it on the mound.

"Dad?" Lloyd asked again, taking a step forward. Kratos turned around and tried to smile, but it turned out to be a sad gaze. "What are you doing here?" Lloyd sat down next to Kratos who wiped his tears quickly.

"I'm paying respects to my…," Kratos stopped to take a breath. His voice was shaky, and it felt harder than ever to talk. "…my dearest friend who died for this world." Lloyd put a reassuring hand on his father's shoulders. He didn't know who his dad's friend was, but he sat for a moment in silence.

"C'mon, everyone is waiting," Lloyd said, and stood up. The young swordsman ran off, yelling for him to hurry up. Kratos stood as well and looked up.

"Is this what you want Leon? For me to enjoy my life so I have no regrets?" he asked the stars that began to show. Kratos smiled at them, and then looked at the leaf again. "I guess it is."

Kratos walked after his son to enjoy what he had left.

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Mr.Who2123: The End!

Kratos: I enjoyed that story…

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Leon: Thank you to all the people who even read one chapter! This story means a lot to Mr.Who2123 so thank you again for taking time to read it!