
Statues
ahhh this will be cute
"C'mon, Magnus! We gotta go if we're gonna catch up with the group!" I glanced up from my camera. Mallory shifted impatiently from foot to foot. Standing, I threw my camera into my bag and over my shoulder.
We were with a tour group, ooh'ing and aww'ing over the town's several historical artifacts. We weren't tourists, per se, as we were from the town, but had time to kill, and the town was in abundance with historical crap.
I rushed over to the group, right next to Mallory. "Where are we going next?" I whispered.
"Uh, this statue, I think. Over there." She pointed to a large courtyard, a statue on a podium in the middle. The statue was breathtaking, a woman, about my age. She had short hair, delicate features, and a strange air of sarcasm.
"This statue is named The Lost Woman. The story goes that a long time ago, half the world was statues, the other half human. The humans went around, and found out that when they touched their soulmate, they would be humans instead of statues. She is said to be the last statue, waiting for her soulmate. It's quite popular with tourists to take selfies with her, and hey, even take a wild chance and touch her." A laugh ripples through the group. The story was obviously folklore, but, hey. Might as well.
Mallory and I flip through pamphlets and photos as we wait for our turn taking pictures with statue. Eventually, it's our turn. A small groan comes from ahead of us as a group touches the statue and nothing happens.
"Hey, I'm gonna go first." Mallory says as she gets on the pedestal. I snap pics as she shows various poses in front of the statue. "Hey, I'm gonna touch the statue." I wait in suspense as she touches it. Nothing happens. She groans loudly.
"You do know that it's just an old wives tale, right?" I question as she steps downs
"Of course, but it could have been cool." I grinned. She took my camera as I stand up in the pedestal. After a few normal pics, I decide to take one with my arm around her. I sling my arm around the statue, prepping for the picture. I jump as I feel a spark on my arm, turning. Something heavy hit me, almost pushing me off. I grab the thing in my arms, bridal style, and try to steady myself. I looked down, coming face to face with the woman from the statue.
Oh. The statue. Uh. I blink a few times, trying to get everything through my brain, but there were only a few things computing. The statue was in my arms. But she was not a statue. She was living. And breathing. And felt really nice in my arms. There were shrieks of joy from the tour group. I snapped back to the present.
"Magnus, you dumbass, get off the podium with the poor girl!" Mallory called from below. I swept the person into my arms, her squeaking as she moved suddenly. I hopped down, standing awkwardly as she stayed in my arms, head buried in the crook of my neck.
"So, what now?"
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