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Chapter 57: Mandorian Memorial

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."