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3. A strange and ancient statue

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I actually didn't know what to do for this

I didn't want to do the Rainbow Statue because it kind of didn't fit in the prompt

So enjoy

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"Sabre, come on!" Orange yelled. Sabre kept walking up the hill, exhausted. 

"Slow down why don't you-" Sabre yelled back. "Why are we even here?" Sabre questioned, catching up to Orange. Orange looked up and pointed, "That."

Sabre looked where he was pointing. 

It was a large statue of three steves. One was corroded and the top half was gone, but the lower half had what looked like armor on. The second one, the one in the middle, looked desaturated, as if it was in the sun for to long. And the last one, was in the shadows and was the only one that looked like it was intact.

"Who are they?" Sabre asked as Orange ran up to the pedestal that the statues were on. "Don't know myself, but this was one of the places Red would go all the time." Orange smiled looking up at the statues, remembering his dear old friend.

Sabre walked up to the base and looked at what appeared to be a plaque, but it was old and illegible. 

"Why are we here?" Sabre asked. Orange took a seat on some grass. "Me and Red used to come here all the time, he showed it to me and so I figured I'd show you!" Orange exclaimed, remembering Red. Sabre looked at the statue, then back at Orange. 

"So we're here, disregarding the fact steves are dying to darknesses hands, just to see some statues..." Sabre asked. Orange sat up. "Of course! It's steve history- That's what Red told me at least." Orange said, grabbing onto his knees and looking up at the statues. Sabre sighed and sat down next to Orange. 

"We should really get back to the hub soon." Sabre mumbled.

Orange smiled weakly as he kept his gaze at the statue.

...

Sabre remembered that day.

How stupid he was

Orange needed time to grieve, and he was too focused on their duty to save the steves. To start- saving the- You know what 

Now that Orange was on the side of darkness, Sabre went through those memories a lot. All the times Sabre should have checked in with Orange, made sure he was okay mentally. 

Sabre sat far enough away from the statue to see all of it. 

He looked at the details, unlike how he glazed over it the first time. 

Sabre noted the amount of detail in the armor o the first one, the protection the guy must have had for the sculpture to put in so much effort on just the leggings. He noticed how the fist of the broken one was still attached to the rest, and how there was a line that signified that he held a shield.  

The next one had an energy, it was smiling, the eyes were- tired.

Sabre thought for a moment. Maybe an Orange steve created this, who knows maybe he's alive!

Sabre looked at the ground. Maybe- Maybe whoever did this could be alive had the Orange Kingdom not fallen.

Sabre sighed, standing up and wiping off some dirt. "Suppose it's time to head back,"