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The eyes of the massive statue, two flawlessly cut sapphires a deep, rich blue, glowed with a divine silver and blue light. Slowly, the statue’s hands that had been in different positions, one holding what looked like a plethora of golden lightning bolts, swirling silver storm clouds, and shrieking gales of platinum wind and the other outstretched in a benevolent gesture, slowly moved with a low grinding sound.

Wind Weaver cowered in her spot, unable to think or move or scream. ''This is it. She’s not even going to hear me out, she’s going to have this statue stomp me flat.'' She thought, panic and terror seizing her in an iron grip.

But the statue didn’t, instead it leaned down slightly, scrutinizing the grovelling wind nymph with its cold, emotionless sapphire eyes. After a long, tense, fear-filled silence, the statue’s alabaster lips parted and it spoke.

“Wind Weaver... You’ve finally come.” The statue’s voice was none other than Silvy’s, calm and betraying no emotions.