Statue of Freedom

01 Breta

"Mom, look at that!" A boy in a brown coat said.

"What is it, sweetheart?" His mom asked. Soon she saw what her son was pointing at, and said "Oh, the Statue of Freedom?"

"Yeah, there's a bird on it!"

"Bird? Last time I saw it, there was no bird... maybe I saw it wrong."

"Hehe, the bird is cute!"

"Sweetie, we've gotta go home. Hurry up." The boy's mom urged him.

Step by step, they walked away.

This is how it's like everyday.

The Statue of Freedom is placed in the centre of the City Park in New York City. People go and pass by, and some leave unforgettable memories to her...

She, the Statue of Freedom, can feel emotions.

She's not just a statue, she is alive. She's a Goddess. The Goddess of Freedom, named Breta.

That day was another normal day for her, but a special night.

"Genevieve! It's finally 11 o'clock." Breta said with excitement. She wasn't a statue anymore. She was a living Goddess.

"It's not your first time." Genevieve the bird said. So was Genevieve, she also wasn't a statue.

"When it is ten minutes before 11, I'm already excited," She said. "11 o'clock is when the park is closed. No one comes in, and I can rest for 6 hours until it opens again. We can talk as much as we want, sleep as much as we want, and play as much as we want."

"Once again, it's not your first time," Genevieve said as she magically formed a brush out of her hands. "It's your six hundred and seventy ninth."

"I know."

"Here, I'll brush your hair for you." She then changed into a form of a human. Her hair showed a colour of a mix of green and light blue. Her clothes weren't as fancy as normal nymph, but she looked beautiful on it. The bird wings on her arms were also light green, which was her hair colour. Her purple eyes sparkled as it shined by the moonlight.

"Thanks, Gene."

Genevieve started brushing Goddess Breta's soft blue hair. Breta's hair weren't as light as Genevieve's light blue, but yet not too dark. Her clothes were simple, and her face, too. She didn't wear any makeups or any kind of jewellery as the other Goddesses. But she was never ugly for a Goddess. In fact, her red eyes matched her hair colour really well, making her look even more beautiful.

"Goddess Breta," Genevieve called.

"What."

"Why don't you ever wear any fancy jewellery as the others, like Rhea, the Goddess of love."

"They don't fit me," Breta answered. "I feel trapped in those heavy clothing. Simple is the best."

"Oh, who says you're not the Goddess of freedom. Your personality matches who you are." Genevieve said as she finished brushing. "It's done."

"Thanks, because of your help, my hair were never tangled."

"Don't complement too much. It's what a Goddess' nymph, like me, are supposed to do."

"Genevieve, do you know the real reason why I chose you as my nymph..."

"BRETA! Look back!!!" Genevieve shouted even before Breta could finish her words.

"Back......?" Breta made a light turn towards the back.

Her eyes got big as she got surprised. There was silence.

A boy, close to being a man, had climbed over the fence that surrounds City Park...

... they had turned around at the same time.

Their lips were about to touch.

Both surprised, no one could say a word. Breta's pink lips were about 1 centimetre close to the stranger's.

Their breath touched each other, making a noise, breaking the silence.

"AHHH!" Genevieve screamed. "What the hell are you doing?!!!" She then went flying in fast speed, towards his face and gave a short but painful punch.

"Ouch!" The teenager screamed. "What was that for? It's not my fault!"

"You tried to harm the Goddess in an inappropriate way! Go away, devil!"

"Calm down Genevieve. I'm all fine." Breta tried to calm her.

"See? She says she's fine. You don't have to care!"

"I am her chosen nymph! How do I not care!"

"BOTH OF YOU, CALM!" Breta screamed. Her loud shout caused silence.

"But, but...!" Genevieve tried to explain. "I, ..."

"I said I'm fine," Breta said. "Let him go before he notices."

"Oh, right." Genevieve stared at him. "Oh well. I forgive you, so you'd better go back to your house. There's no need to fight anymore."

"Then what's the point of coming here?" The teenager said. "I came here to find my wallet. It's a black one. I won't go until I find it."

"NO. Go."

"I won't. Help me find it." He glanced at both Breta and Genevieve. "Or else I can't go."

"We won't help a stranger find his wallet at midnight. We're tired right now. The Goddess, ...I mean... this lady right here, especially."

"Gene. Let's just help him. That's a quicker way to let him go before he notices we're... you know. A Goddess and a nymph." Breta whispered at Genevieve who was angered.

"...fine. We'll help you."

"Thanks!"

Genevieve flew to the ground and started wandering around, searching for a black wallet. And so did the teenager.

"It's too dark, I can't see a thing."

"Oh, then..." Breta said as she opened up her gigantic golden wings. The wings appeared, shining in the dark, and the light was so bright that it lighted up half the City Park.

"What is that..?" The teenager boy said to himself. "You... you are not a human, right?"

Oops, he noticed.