Zell walked back inside of his grandfather's tomb and the old king reformed before him. "I am still here. Did you have no luck, my grandson?" The old king asked.
Zell held out his hand and showed the old king the small sliver of wood. "If you take this, you will be returned to the cycle." Zell said as he held his hand out for his grandfather to take it from him.
The old king stared at the small piece of wood and thought about all it meant to be reborn. He hesitated, unwilling to end his own existence. "Please put it in my hand for me." He asked softly. "I cannot find the strength of will to do this myself."
"I understand." Zell said as he steeled himself to set his grandfather free. He walked over to him and placed the small piece of wood into the old king's hands. As he did the old king's entire body began to glow until finally, he vanished from sight. "Goodbye grandfather. I hope your next life is filled with joy."
