The guard walked into the statue and sculptures wing and in the center laid the museums's most prized statue.
It could be that it was the diamonds in the statues eyes, or the lifelike portrait of beauty carved into the marble that caused her to seem maddeningly beautiful, a perfect sculpture of a perfect person from head to toe. Perhaps it was the fact that the statue was 5 foot and 8 inches exactly, or the way the statue was turned to look towards the window, towards the outside where the silver moon cast a glow from the sky that caused the statue to look melancholically beautiful.
Adelina Baros, sculpted by Quentin Baros. A depiction of his daughter, a maiden who had been sexually assaulted and murdered by a man from the nobility. It was a beautiful statue, nationally renowned before sold to the Xandaris Museum of artifacts, a museum that suddenly brought tourists to the small town in the middle-of-nowhere North Dakota.
The town's school taught about the statue and history, formed in Sicilia of Ancient Greece and one of the best preserved statues to date. Hidden during sieges and ransacks, the gold plated onto the statue was stolen nor was the pure sapphire eyes pried from the sockets of the statue. The Ivory didn't crack and the priceless cloth, somehow didn't decay. Even the guard, born and raised in the dinky town knew the statue's history. His daughter would never stop blabbing about it.
Adelina Baros, a sculptor's daughter. Once unknown now renowned for the beauty of the sculpture in her name. Rumor has it that she was twice as pretty in person, the Pysche of her era. Legend has it that if you kissed the statue with a golden heart, she would become alive and would be yours.
As the guard set his flashlight onto the statue he shivered, it was the way the statue seemed to be alive, the way the sapphire eyes burrowed into his own and the way it seemed that the forlorn gaze turned into a knowing smirk that made the statue seem wo look wicked. Wickedly beautiful.
He looked around the room, before stepping to the statue and planting a slimy kiss on it. He waited, and hurriedly wiped the statue's pristine lips and hurried down the hall.
And within the statue, Adelina Baros's soul seethed. You see, men come and they take and they take and they take, until their own greed caused them to combust. Many times has the lips of her statue been violated. Many times had it been transgressed against, like her once mortal body. Even a millennia later from Ancient Greece to Current America, things hadn't changed.
One day. One day, they would fear to lay hands on any thing that didn't belong to them.
One day. One day, they would realize nothing belonged to them.
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