"Spyro…." Terrador's voice suddenly hit his son's ears, causing the young dragon to flinch. Spyro felt like his body was turning to stone, he felt heavy, and it was hard to breath. This didn't stop his body for shaking though. Terrador watched as his son nearly passed out from the fear. Watching this, he sighed and turned around and began to walk away from Spyro, back over to the pile of stones Spyro saw before.

This confused Spyro, and the fact that he wasn't struck helped calm him down a little, at least enough for him to relax. Spyro took the moment to watch his father, as the adult stared down at the monument in front of him. Spyro didn't understand exactly what he was doing, though he figured that he was praying or at least something similar. All he knew was that he had seen Cynder do something like this once when he watched her visit her mother's grave.

They both sat there in silence, making it feel a little awkward for Spyro. Here he was with someone who use to torment him all of his childhood, whom he hasn't seen in years, and they are just sitting there as if nothing had happened in the past. Spyro wasn't sure how long they sat there, but when Terrador stood back up, he jumped back, preparing himself to run if he needed to. This didn't go unnoticed by his dad.

He sighed. "I'm not going to hurt you Spyro" Terrador's voice seemed deeper than he remembered, though there where a few things that were different from when he last saw him. The most notable was his fading green scales, a sign that Terrador was growing old.

Naturally Spyro didn't believe what his father had said, and didn't change from his stance which made Terrador sigh again. At this point Spyro noticed that Terrador looked tired, though he wasn't sure if it was from a lack of sleep, or from something else. Terrador walked towards the entrance of the cave, giving Spyro a perfect chance to run away if he wanted it. That is, if it wasn't for his broken leg and arm. Terrador soon came back, bringing with him a satchel and set it down in front of Spyro. The flap fell open when Terrador knocked it over, letting several red gems to roll out.

Spyro was shocked to say the least and he looked back up at his father, wondering if this was some sort of trick. He stared at his father, waiting for him to hit him, smite him, or do something that would hurt him. But Terrador didn't do anything except look back at him with the same tired look in his eyes.

"Are…. These for me?" Spyro felt the need to ask.

"Of course they are, why would I give them to you if I didn't want you to have them?" Terrador scolded. Spyro winced, this was the Terrador that he remembered. He still wasn't sure if he could trust his dad, but he still slowly reached out for a red crystal and grabbed it. He looked back up at his dad, who wasn't paying any attention to him as he was looking back down at the pile of rocks and scales. Feeling more confident that Terrador wont bash his head in, Spyro broke the gem and let its shards heal his wounds.

Surprisingly, he felt a lot better. "Thank yo-"

"Don't thank me!" Terrador hissed making Spyro falter. "Just finish up and get out!" Spyro didn't need to be told twice and he tested out his once broken limbs just to make sure they didn't still hurt. Once this was done, he started to walk towards what he figured was the entrance, but he stopped half way. Something was bothering him about this whole thing.

"Um….. dad?" Spyro turned towards his father. Terrador closed his eyes and let out a tired sigh, as if he knew Spyro would do this.

"What?"

Well, um…." Spyro felt very nervous all of a sudden, though that is to be expected if you were trying to ask something of your childhood tormenter.

"Out with it already!" Terrador shouted.

Spyro gulped and nodded. "Why…. Why did you help me?"

Terrador looked away from Spyro and looked down at the monument again and closed his eyes. When he opened them again, Spyro noticed that they looked a little watery. This was the closet Spyro has ever seen his father to crying. "Because, Spyro…. I made a promise…. To your mother before she left us."

As he had thought, there where his mother's scales on the pile of stones, and yet oddly he felt very sad to find this out, to find out his mom was dead. "What happened to her."

All of a sudden, the look in Terrador's eyes changed from sadness to rage. Spyro lowered his body to the floor and began to back away. "You happened Spyro!" Terrador's voice boomed across the walls. "It's because of your existence that she's dead!" Spyro try to quickly run, but a wall of stone burst out of the ground behind to, keeping him from leaving, and before he could do anything, Terrador grabbed him by his neck and pinned him to the ground. Spyro could feel most of Terrador's weight bare down on his throat and he began to gasp for air while his limps flailed about. Spyro thought he was going to pass out again, when Terrador let go of him.

Spyro got up and began to gasp for breath. As he was panting he heard his father speak again. "Or at least that is what I try to tell myself." Spyro was confused, did his father hate him or not? He wasn't even sure if his father knew if he did nor not either. The wall behind Spyro fell down and he was tempted to leave when Terrador continued his story.

"Life was fine once you left… me and your mother managed to make a living, and we had a joyful life." A small smile crept along Terrador's face as he relived the past. "We even talked about having another child… one that wasn't filth." Spyro felt his heart sink, but he continued to listen anyways. "However, the people of Warfang started to panic as rumors of you amassing an army started to spread. People feared that we would have another war on our hands, similar to the one with Malefor. Soon riots broke out all over the place, and during the most recent one….." Terrador bit back the last words. Spyro noticed Terrador's body tighten, claws dig into the stone, and him grinding his teeth together. It wasn't very hard for Spyro to figure out what happened to his mother next.

"Nova, my sweet flower, died because of you!" Terrador suddenly turned towards his son and growled at him. Spyro was about to run away, but his dad's body slumped. "She died because of what I did to you. If I was a better father, a real father to you… Nova would still be alive…." Spyro wasn't sure how to feel. Sitting before him was one of the biggest evils in his childhood, the man who has beaten him, strangled him, and put him on death's door on more than one occasion. And now… Spyro couldn't help but pity the dragon. "Before your mother died, she asked me that if I ever find you, that I'd apologies for everything we've done to you." Terrador began to chuckle.

"I never actually thought I would see you again. I was hoping I wouldn't. I didn't know what I would do when I did, and I still don't. But then I saw you just lying there in a pile of rubble, dying. Part of me wanted to just leave you there to rot, while another part told me to finish the job… but it was Nova's words the kept me from doing any of that." Terrador's gaze shifted back to his son. "Spyro don't take my words for granted, I still hate you with every fiber of my being, and if I had it my way, I would kill you where you stand… but… at the same time… I can't bring myself to do that. Spyro…"

"Spyro…" his father went on, his head hanging low. "I'm sorry for putting you through hell all of your life. I'm sorry that we treated you like a slave, I'm sorry for never treating you the way I should have… like my son… Spyro… I'm sorry."

Spyro's jaw dropped. He wanted to speak, to say something, but he wasn't able to, he was in too much shock. He had dreamed that maybe someday this would happen, but he never actually thought it would. He did the only thing he could think and walked up to Terrador and placed a paw on his arm. Terrador looked back down at Spyro, looking as shocked as he did. Spyro noticed that his body was trembling and before he knew it, Terrador had wrapped Spyro in a hug, tears now streaming down his face. Spyro's body stiffened, but slowly he relaxed, and actually began to smile. He pressed his body against his dad's and hugged him back and just listened quietly as his father repeated his words.

"Spyro… I'm sorry."

So I know this was a short chapter, and I know how you guys feel about any chapter under 2000 words, but I felt like this was a good place to end this one. Now if you guys disagree feel free to comment about that, but if I am to be honest with all of you, I just didn't want to ruin this moment.

Now I would really like it if you guys can tell me how good I did with this moment, could I have done better, or did I perfect this moment? I feel like I've gotten out of touch with emotional moments, so I really want to hear from you guys how I did. Thank you all for reading.