Command to Rest

Arthur stared at the golden crack that had appeared inside their world, while Ragnar sat on the ground next to the pond. The two of them sat in silence for a while before Ragnar rose from his seat.

"Is it time?"

"Time," muttered Arthur with a smile. "That term sounds like a joke after all that happened. How many years has it been?"

"Just a few minutes, in the real world," Ragnar answered with a smile as he stared at his hand. "I'm about to disappear as well. This is the last shred of my will left in this world."

"Does that mean I'll never see you again?" Arthur asked with a frown as he looked at his ancestor. Although the two men had never met before this ordeal, they grew closer than any two souls could. Ragnar smiled as he felt his sentiment.