Prologue

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I officially have an unhealthy obsession with a statue

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I officially have an unhealthy obsession with a statue. The first time I have set my eyes on one of my parent's art collection, I was entranced for some reason. Ever since that day, I would always take my time to observe and appreciate the beauty of it for at least once a week. 

There's just something about the subtle expression of the woman. There was loneliness and wanting as if it was saying goodbye to an old friend or a lover. She was wearing a cloak that covers her whole body except for her face while her arms was stretched out downward as if she was reaching towards you. The sculpture is obviously old basing from the cracks and its present condition. 

My parents were both art aficionados. To tell you the truth it was probably because they have no other ways to spend their money but nevertheless it was also the reason why I learned many things about art. I can tell that this particular sculpture is not from any of those renaissance sculptors such as Donatello, Michelangelo or Bernini, there was an inscription at the plinth or the base of the statue which does not resemble any European language where most expensive statues often originate. It is also not one of those modernists such as Rodin, Brancusi or Giacometti because the sculpture looks like one of those classical statues with harmony, balance and proportion that imitates the likeness of an actual human being. The only conclusion I can make is that this particular piece is old and expensive. Artist, unknown.

The engravings on the plinths looks like it belongs from one of those ancient civilizations but none of them matches any of the available samples on the internet. My own curiosity and maybe obsession to know what it says pushed me to seek for translations from many experts but all of them came up with a disappointing answer. They don't know what it says and they don't have a clue on what language it was. Although some suggested it might have evolved from the cuneiform system of writing, they did not offer not even a single clue of what the writings mean. I almost thought the language belongs to one of those lost dialects but not until Taylor and I found this bizarre bookshop which sells old books and antiquities that the proprietor offered some answers.

"This looks like a Lagaloth system of writing. Where did you find this?" the owner asked with much amazement. He looks good for his age of say, fifty years old but his bizarre glasses made him a little bit older. "I'm surprised people still have a surviving artifact of the great Perdinia war." he remarks as he inspects the photo further on my phone.

"Can you read it?" I asked excitedly. Finally! The mystery of the  peculiar writing will finally be solved. 

"Of course. Forgive me if my vocabulary is a little bit rusty. I've never spoken Lagola in many years." he adjusted his glasses and read the passage silently. "It's an instruction." he finally said.

"A what?" I asked.

"An instruction to release someone from a curse." 

"Can you read it to us?"

He thought about it for a moment until he spoke. "This is not an accurate translation but it says something like this:

Release me from this spell Cleo my love
Kiss me and free me from this restrains
The only bond I'm willing to make
Is when you say my name without refrain

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