L: Wehrmacht found a small park to land in. He didn't recognize the place but hoped it was close to the Mandarian estate. He set Poldara down and made sure the kid could stand properly before letting him go. He still held Poldara's hand though.

"Does this place look familiar?" he asked. "I couldn't have flown too far." Wehrmacht paused to give Poldara a concerned look. "Do you need a moment to sit down first?"

M: Poldara was clinging to Wehrmacht's wing to keep his balance, being wobbly from the flight.

"I think I'll be ok," he said, though didn't sound very convincing.  When he looked around at the park his eyes lit up, "wait, I do know this place, this is where Grandpa is buried, come on I'll show you."

Having forgotten about the scare Wehrmacht gave him, Poldara took the German's hand and dragged him through the trees to a path that leads to the apparent burial site.  When they arrived, they were met with a medieval-style building in the middle of a large garden.  The garden was similar to ones you would find in Japan, with cherry blossoms, ponds, and bridges. The building looked like a miniature palace with statues of a wolf and a dragon guarding the entrance.

"This is the place where Grandpa fought Mr. Prussia and the winged countries back then buried him here," Poldara explained, "I don't know why they would do that since it was where he died and Dad and Uncle MA were banished, but Dad had this all built here as a memorial.  Come on let's go inside."

L: "Am I really allowed to—" But Poldara was already dragging Wehrmacht into the building before he could finish.

Wehrmacht stepped inside, staring at the interior walls that were as smooth and similarly styled as the exterior. He looked over his shoulder, glimpsing the garden from the entrance getting smaller and smaller as they walked deeper into the burial site.

"I'm not sure if I should be in here, Poldara," Wehrmacht said nervously. "If this is a memorial, it's inappropriate for me to step in without MA or Mandara's knowledge or permission." He shivered as he remembered the wolf and dragon statues standing guard outside like they were warding off strangers like him.

M: "It'll be fine," Poldara reassured Wehrmacht, "you got me, besides, I always thought that a German should come in here so Grandpa can see that we're friends now."

As he finished that sentence, the two walked into the actual burial chamber.  The chamber was originally an underground shrine that was sealed off when Mandoria was laid to rest, it was opened by Mandara and MA when they came back to the kingdom and they spent years building around it to give their father the memorial he deserved.

The chamber was about the size of a basketball court, the walls had the story of Mandoria's life painted on it, including the battle between him and Prussia, the light from the torches made the faded red paint glisten like real blood.

In the middle of the chamber there was a golden coffin, it was bigger than any human coffin to compensate for the King Wing, his crown was placed on top of the chest of the casket and a large tapestry hung behind it.  The tapestry depicted Mandoria in all his glory, his wings shimmering in the light and his eyes were just as kind looking as they were in life.

"Hi Grandpa," Poldara said to the tapestry, "I brought someone for you to meet, this is Wehrmacht, he's a German and we are friends with him and his family."

The kid nudged Wehrmacht like he wanted him to say hi too.

L: Wehrmacht chuckled nervously as he stepped forward. He swallowed and spent a considerable time clearing his throat before mumbling, "Guten tag. I'm Wehrmacht. Ahah, Poldara said that already."

His eyes flitted to the painting of Mandoria's battle with Prussia. Wehrmacht chewed the inside of his mouth before adding slowly, "You should, um, know that ... well, if you can see me, you probably already guessed."He opened his black wings slightly.

"I'm one of Prussia's grandsons." Wehrmacht glanced up at the tapestry. It felt like Mandoria could really see him and as soon as Wehrmacht's eyes met Mandoria's, he had the urge to bow his head. Powerful King Wings tended to give off those vibes.

"I promise I am not here to cause your tomb or your family any harm," Wehrmacht said. "Our families are allies now and my grandfather is long gone. Poldara is just giving me a tour and I am ... uh, his chaperone."

M: Poldara quietly giggled at Wehrmacht's nervousness, it was humorous to see an adult crack under pressure.

"Grandpa talks with me sometimes when I come here," Poldara said innocently, "sometimes when I talk to him my wings pick up his responses.  When dad and Uncle MA are here they sometimes feel it too, but not as often, so we know that he's still here with us."

Poldara gave Wehrmacht's wings a once over and said, "maybe he will talk to you too," he wondered, then spoke to the tapestry again, "hey Grandpa, maybe you could give Wehrmacht a sign that you're here, that way he knows that you can hear him."

The room went silent as the kid waited for something to happen, and after a while, the tapestry fluttered ever so slightly even though there was no draft, then Poldara felt a little twitch in his wings and looked over to Wehrmacht to see if he felt it too.

L: "Did that just—" Wehrmacht broke off when something touched his wings and made him whirl around. But except for him and Poldara, the chamber was empty. Goosebumps sprang along Wehrmacht's arms as he turned back to the drifting tapestry. With his eyes darting around, he leaned towards Poldara.

"Is Mandoria's ..." He fumbled for the right word. "... ghost spirit in this room? And he can see us? Can you tell how he's feeling? I don't want to make him angry ...."

Wehrmacht didn't know it, but his emotions were kind of like Russia's: fearful that the actions of relatives in the past would create ill intentions in the present—in this case, a vengeful ghost.

M: Poldara waited a moment before answering so he could focus on his wings.

"He's not angry," the kid said, "he says that he's made peace with what happened a long time ago and that you should too.  You had nothing to do with his death and shouldn't carry that around with you, that you need to make peace with your past if you want to live your own life."

Poldara paused for a minute when he felt more vibrations, "he also says that he couldn't think of anyone better to be friends with Dad and Uncle MA, that he's glad that they're in good hands and being protected."

L: Wehrmacht blinked at the tapestry and scratched the back of his neck sheepishly. "In that case, if you're at peace, I have no reason to bring it up anymore. And no worries, your sons also have Russia, Kazakhstan, and Belarus by their sides. Those are the grandchildren of Russian Empire. And they have Poland."

Just thinking about their tight community made Wehrmacht forget his nervousness. With all their pasts behind them, they were doing better together than ever before. Once again, he appreciated being out of war and retired, which was a big change of sentiment from when Germany had first requested his retirement.

"I wonder, if you've been here all this time," Wehrmacht asked the tapestry. "How does it feel. You're so many centuries old. The amount of knowledge you hold is beyond anything any of us could have achieved." Including Prussia, Wehrmacht wanted to add, but he was still a little afraid of the reaction that name would generate.

M: "I haven't been here the whole time," Poldara translated, "I have new responsibilities in the Kingdom of the Great Beyond with my fellow guardians, but it is nice to come back from time to time to see how the world has changed.  It is hard to watch your children grow up without you, but I feel that they have learned more than I could have ever taught them."

Poldara stopped when he couldn't feel any more vibrations, but Mandoria kept "talking" to Wehrmacht through his wings, "I have also watched you and your son with interest to see how the Germans have progressed since King Prussia.  You and your child don't entirely see eye to eye, that is obvious, what is not is that he feels alone without anyone to look to for guidance.  He may not admit it, but he wishes you were around to show him what to do when he doesn't know, so you have to remember to do that for him so he knows you still care, because once you are gone you'll never get the chance to make amends, believe me, I know."

A small breeze blew around Wehrmacht, it was a warm and gentle blow that seemed to hold an energy that was calm and reassuring.

"What did he say," Poldara asked after a moment.

L: Wehrmacht was lost for words to answer Poldara's question, partly because it was his first time communicating in such an abstract manner. He heard Mandoria as if the King Wing was right beside him yet it was only the gentle breeze.

When Wehrmacht was certain he wouldn't hear any more words, he murmured, "Thank you." This time, he really bowed his head to the tapestry.

"Grown-up stuff," he said to Poldara after raising his head. "Even adults need to take some words of wisdom sometimes. Guess what, Mandoria mentioned Machty! Do you think we should go tell him about it?"

M: "Yeah," Poldara said, "I want to see his reaction to his dad talking to a ghost."

The kid made an "ooooh" sound like a ghost, laughing afterward.  He said goodbye to his grandfather's tapestry and was following Wehrmacht to the exit when he stopped in his tracks.

"Wait I almost forgot," he blurted, he skipped back to the gold coffin and stood next to it.  He plucked a feather from his wing and held it to his forehead, he closed his eyes and said a few words in Mandorian, then put the feather on the coffin next to the crown.

"You should do it too," the kid suggested, "it's a little thing Dad taught me, it is a Mandorian tradition for showing respect to the dead and we always do it before we leave when visiting.  You do what I did and say, 'with this gift, I show respect to the fallen and wish them eternal peace.' Please do it, it would mean a lot that a German did it for Grandpa, pretty please."

L: Wehrmacht patted Poldara's head; who could resist the kid's pleas? So he plucked a black feather, held it to his head, and recited the words. He paused, then added, "And to watch over us all, as we watch over each other." He placed the feather beside Poldara's.

"It was nice meeting you, King Mandoria," Wehrmacht said to the tapestry.

He took Poldara's hand and they both retraced their steps out of the building. Wehrmacht appreciated the garden's beauty for a moment, breathing in the fresh scents and dipping his head at the two statues by the building's entrance.

"Are you feeling better now?" Wehrmacht asked Poldara. "Shall we walk or fly back?"