//------------------------------// // Chapter 87.5: A Father's Legacy // Story: Griffon of Canterlot // by Electuroo //------------------------------// Griffon of Canterlot Chapter 87.5: A Father's Legacy Gallus in his home sat on the bed cross hind legged before his prized box, everything that was him were in there and one of those items he refused to open no matter what, but after what happened in the hospital on Sunday into Monday morning made him now question to open that said object now. He took hold of the lid with both talons, the claws softly digging into the box lid as the tension builds up. “Okay Gallus... I know I said to myself to never open it... But now come the day to do it...” sweat poured down the sides of his brow as the lid is lifted. Putting it to the side Gallus carefully moved the plush, card and other objects to the side, till he came to a small gold circular container, he picked it up staring at it with his blue eyes. The reflection of himself coming off it between the engraved crest of a griffon holding a shield in front of it. “Dad...” He rubbed a free talon over the engravement. Slowly reaching to the clip he flipped it, then open the small container to see a badge of the law in it. 'Griffonstone Sheriff' the last true enforcer of the law. “I can see why you and mum did all you can to save me... I hated you two for so long... I hated dad for being proud of who he was... Now I know what it means to be proud...” Tears run from his eyes down the sides of the beak to drip on the badge. “Dad... It took me ten years to realise it, but I am proud to be your son...” For what seem forever he stared at the badge crying with a smile, Gallus was sad and happy at the same time, really moaning now the lose of his parents till... A knock came from outside the boards, Gallus whipped the tears away closing the container up. “Buzz off!” He yelled out. “I don't want anything of-” “It me Nightingale!” Came the voice. Gallus felt releaved it was her. “Open up the board and come on in.” He said back. The black and white griffon pull up the board, she walked in pushing it back down behind her, Nightingale took a look around at Gallus' home. “You live here?” “Yeah? And what of it?” He growled a little putting the container back in the box with the other stuff and closing the lid up. “Y-” “No help! I get out of this myself!” Gallus snapped. Nightingale raised her talons up. “I know that, if you allowed me to speak you would of known that all I was going to say... 'you know with the wages I be giving you, it will help towards you getting a better place'. But you decided to jump the gun cub.” Gallus felt his cheeks warm up. “Hehe... My bad.” He rubbed the back of his head. “Indeed, now I brought breakfast for the both of us.” She suddenly presented it to him in a bag. “Where did that come from?” Gallus frowned. Nightingale smirked. “Magical pocket dimension, I might not be able to do all that magic my mum can do, but I managed to learn a trick or two for storage wise.” She put the bag down, showed that she had nothing in her talons, and with a pull out of the closed talon a sword. “This was my dad's well the dad I grow up with.” She put it down before him. Gallus reached over his talon to touch it. “K-King Grover's sword!?” He picked it up. “The enchanted sword that could cut through diamond!?” “It seem someone very respected of my dad.” She smiled, Gallus was too entranced in looking at the shine from the sword gave to the hooks on the side of the handle. “May I have it back?” Gallus blinked. “Su-sure...” He gave it to her, he watched it slowly vanish before his eyes. “If I didn't see it with my own eyes I would never believe it...” Gallus said with amazement. Nightingale presented with nothing in her talons now. “I am almost 800 years, you be surprised what you pick up through out those long years cub.” She open up the bag. “Now ready to eat?” Gallus' stomach growls in a instant causing the cub to blush in response. “I take that as a yes.” Nightingale smiled. “Just give me the bucking food!” “And?” “Fine!” He rolled his eyes. “Please!” Nightingale and Gallus walked up to the wall, to the princess there was a door but to Gallus there was only wall to his eyes, soon as Nightingale put her talon on the door it appeared before his eyes. “What kind of magic is that?” Nightingale opened the door. “Blood Magic...” “You sound like it a bad thing.” He followed her inside. Nightingale looked around the chamber. “Because it is for the most part, this type simply lock the door behind a seal that can only be seen by those of family blood, such as I.” Gallus frowned. “Wouldn't that mean Gale blood related?” Nightingale turn to him. “That wouldn't be possible, his from 4000 years ago and from what Doctor Trace told me, he too perfect of a-” She suddenly realised. “Well isn't that interesting.” “What is?” “Gale.” “Care to share?” “Nope.” Nightingale walked up to a pile of papers picking up some with a talon. Gallus gave her a questionable look. “I bet it something crazy.” “It is.” Nightingale said. “But thanks for making me feel closer to him as a sister to Gale.” Gallus was confused. “Your welcomed?” Nightingale shrugged. “Here take these and have a read through, I need to know what my dad had been up to 700 to 800 years ago.” She gave him the pile she picked up. Gallus held the papers up. “Are these like the other stuff about magic research to rescue you?” Nightingale lift up a staff with a orange orb in it, the twisting wood around it looking like dragon heads on the end of three points looking away from the orb. “Partly, from what me and Gale discover from our short time looking through some of this.” Nightingale studied the staff's pole rubbing her claws over the groves on it. “Other parts were contacting me, trying to rip Zerra away from the Inverse Reality to finding a way in himself.” She place the staff back in it resting place. “Wow... King Grover was really doing all this while being king of Griffina?” Nightingale silently nodded as she examined a rune spell on a scroll. “Just like my dad's counter part worked on ways to stop what happened to his family from happening to others...” Gallus took a heavy sigh. “Great... Now I don't feel so angry towards him anymore...” Nightingale looked over to Gallus as he put the papers down. “As I learning about this Grover who never got to be with this daughter... This Grover who was really my father all along...” Nightingale picked up a box opening it to find a yellowish cube shimmering with it own light. “Together we will face these days of unknowns, getting to know the griffons that were not so much the fathers they never had the chance to be.” Gallus groans. “I hate feeling so uncertain... So confused...” “So do I, and I am over 785 years older than you, the life I had even it was very much real to me and all those lives, Zerra played with theirs and mine...” “And King Grover.” Gallus raise a scroll up. “I just found this one and read some of it, he found a way to enter the Inverse Reality, but somehow Zerra already knew...” Nightingale walked up to Gallus having a look herself. “He brought dad to a one on one chit-chat, told how everything he could think of has been thought of by Zerra, that zebra played around with dad's feelings and desire to save me...” Gallus blow his head feathers up as they droop down over his vision. “And I wanted to try and sell of this stuff for bits... My dad would have been ripping his feathers out if I did... Screaming at me for doing wrong...” Gallus felt tears form, he got a nudge with a tissue held out to him. Gallus took it wiping his eyes and blowing his beak. “You and I forced into something that neither of us wanted Gallus... We will work through this together, come on let's continue and find out where exactly did my dad go, we only seen the tip of the iceberg...” “Iceberg?” “large floating piece of ice, what on the top of the water isn't what truly below the surface, so hence the saying-” “Tip of the iceberg.” Gallus finished. Nightingale nodded. “Indeed, in this manner of words... The tip of our father's legacy.” Gallus thought about it. “D-Do you think Grandpa Gruff will know about my dad's life?” “Maybe, but he most likely want to be paid.” “True...” “We got a week till he returns, I'll pay for the information.” Nightingale put her talon on his top foreleg. “No charity, questions that need answering about your dad, the last real Sheriff of Griffonstone.” Gallus smiled a little. “Thanks Princess.” “No problem, now...” She looked around. “Shall we continue?” Gallus nodded and they went back to work looking into King Grover's past to discover what become of him, or where he went too. Gale, Celestia, Shining Armor and the Cutie Mark Crusaders ate their meals talking to each other, Gilda spaced out. She was seeing a adult in a rattling falling metal bird, he covering his son with any and everything soft or firm to keep the young teen safe. Than the crash and everything returned to the Hayburger restaurant. “Gilda you okay? You crying?” Gilda put her talon to her feathered face feeling the tears on the claws. “Yeah but it personal okay?”” Gilda rubbed the claws to against each advioding what she really saw, not sure what exactly to say about how his father saved Gale's life, the reason why Gale could be sitting there now. “Okay!” Gale smiled going back to eating. A legacy of a father's action... "Why do I remember the actions of Gale's dad from over 4000 years ago and he does not?" Gilda recall the Sonic Rainboom. "Buck me..." She muttered