Hey guys! I really wanted to continue this. I'm gonna change one of the genres to Adventure since that's what it's gonna be. Sorry if Tedros is out of character, I'm not all that good at writing him.

Fun fact: When he loses his thoughts, so do I.

Also, sorry if his speech is kind of weird, I didn't know what to say.

Dear Tedros.

I know I could've told you this earlier, but I wanted to tell you now, when I'm not here. Before I came, Lady Lesso had flipped through the rule book. I have good eyes, I caught something. She shut it before I read it fully. It read something like this:

Rule 306: An angel or loved dead one may not return to Earth more than once, as stated in Rule 305. However, there is a loophole. If the True Love of the angel or loved dead one finds the Stone of Purity and smashes it on the great Scale located in the painted mountains and wishes on the name of their True Love, then they may come back, if both wish the dead one to be alive, and if their love is true. However, there is only one Stone of Purity. Meaning that only one may be brought back. There is another loophole in Rule 359.

Interesting correct? I mean, I know that there's a chance that the Stone of Purity has been used already, but still. Anything for a chance.

Love as always,

Agatha

Tedros' heart soared with hope as he read the letter. He could save Agatha! If the stone hasn't been used. After all, if you smash it, you can't exactly reuse it unless you glue it all together. Which would take time that Tedros didn't want to spend.

"Tedros? It's dinner." Guinevere called. Tedros folded the letter back up and hurried down the stairs.

"Is something wrong?" Guinevere asked. "You didn't come the moment you smelled it this time."

Tedros glared playfully. Lancelot was already eating. Tedros sat and served himself.

"We're pulling you out of therapy." Merlin said.

"I hope so." Tedros replied. "It was kinda useless."

Merlin snickered. Agatha had visited that night, and now they were having dinner. Roast pig or something. The castle was already a more upbeat attitude. As they all chowed down, Lancelot nudged Guinevere.

"Lance, not now." Guinevere replied. Lancelot gave her the look that meant: Do/say it. Guinevere sighed. She decided to cut this argument short. Oh, but she hated to break up this upbeat attitude.

"What?" Tedros asked, oblivious. Guinevere looked at Tedros and smiled nervously.

"We think it's time we gave Agatha a funeral." she said. Tedros had spent most of the time in his room, so they never had enough time to plan a funeral before getting a grunt or rude remark. Guinevere now waited for that grunt or rude remark. Everyone immediately quieted at the table.

"Way to put this place back to it's usual tone." Merlin remarked, setting his feet on the table. Guinevere wearily looked at Merlin's feet.

"No, no. It's fine." Tedros replied. Everyone snapped to him. They weren't used to this attitude.

"Let's just get it over with." Tedros said. Forks and knives clattered as Lancelot and Guinevere started talking to Tedros about what to do, what time, where it should be, should it be serious, should it be-

A white flare shot through the room. It immediately returned to silence.

"How do you young people say..." Merlin thought. "Oh, yes. Shut up."

Agatha POV

Agatha smiled fondly at Tedros. They were discussing her funeral.

"You look much happier than you should be, talking about funerals." Sophie rasped. Agatha looked at Sophie.

"I'm just glad he's talking." she replied. Sophie smiled. Agatha took Sophie's hand and looked into her eyes.

"No." Sophie replied. "I'm not telling how I died."

"Please Sophie. Why not."

"No, I won't say because I don't want to." Sophie said, turning. Agatha smiled sadly. There was silence.

"Sorry." Agatha whispered. Sophie turned back in surprise.

"Even if I know you've gone good, I still can't grasp you being so." Sophie said. Agatha just quietly smiled. There'd been many smiles in the past day. Smiles here, smiles there, smiles everywhere. It was a good change.

Tedros POV

It was Saturday, the next week. Tedros was wearing a black suit, matching that of Lancelot's. Guinevere was wearing a fancy lace gown with no back. She wore long black gloves and her hair was in a French twist.

"Would anyone like to speak before I read aloud the late Queen Agatha's will?" rang out a voice. Guinevere nudged her son. Tedros hadn't wanted to say anything, but he supposed he should, she was his wife once upon a time. Tedros cleared his throat and stood. The funeral director moved aside. Tedros walked up as he desperately thought of what to say.

"Um. Agatha... was very close to me." Tedros started. He hadn't needed to say anything at his dad's funeral. He supposed he should cut out all of the 'bloody's and 'hell's. "She was my wife. And the queen to Camelot. *cough* I guess you guys all knew her... Uh. Queen to Camelot! Right. Uh. *cough cough* So, we'll all love her very much, even if she's left us. But I suppose she's watching us right now."

This gave him a little bit of confidence. Suddenly, he laughed.

"I guess you could say it feels like I just saw her yesterday. Or today for that matter." Tedros smiled. His family was the only one who smiled. "Well. I guess this is supposed to be a kind of... more formal thing, but I'm not really good at that."

He scratched his head.

"Agatha should always be... celebrated for her good soul... how she put Camelot in front of herself... and battling for the Good of well, practically everything I guess." Tedros said. He was at loss for words. He stuck his hands in his pockets. "We always fought, but we always came out of the fights better than before. You know what they say, what doesn't kill us makes us stronger."

He lost his train of thought. "I'd like to think I'll see her again sometime soon. Even if it's just pretend."

He walked back to his family. They smiled at him, they knew it must be hard to attend the funeral to his True Love.

Guinevere POV

Guinevere yanked her hair out of it's tight updo. She looked sadly at Tedros. It had been a long day. All of Agatha's clothes, jewelry (which wasn't much), and basically anything related to being a girl was now Guinevere's. Her weapons (which still weren't many) went to Lancelot and Tedros.

Disappointingly, Reaper went to Tedros. When they had given the scrawny cat to Tedros, his expression remained blank and sat down with it and petted it for the rest of the funeral. The moment he got home, however, he dropped it.

Guinevere had scolded him, but Tedros had replied with, "Agatha did it too."

Guinevere sighed as she walked into her room. She locked the door behind her and took out a black, loose cotton dress, it had puffy sleeves, a band around the waist on the inside so it showed off her skinny waist, and a long skirt. She wiped off all of her makeup with a cloth.

She peeked through the keyhole of her door. No one was there. She heard the faint voices of Tedros and Lancelot clanging about, probably trying to cook themselves a meal. Guinevere bit her lip. She took a key out of the pocket of her dress. This key wasn't like the one to her door. The one to her door was a plain brass key. This one was silver and decorated with blue, red, and green gems on the handle. She walked to her dresser and picked up a box. It was silver and had a fancy black design on the sides and matched the key.

She put in the key and turned it. Oh, hopefully Agatha couldn't see her.

She opened the box and a screen appeared. Nothing from Camelot, or the Endless Woods period. She tapped it. One word slipped through her lips.

"Rafal?"