There is a beautiful statue of an Elf in the middle of a large city, nestled into a popular park. Winding trails through flourishing trees and plants makes it a beautiful place for people to migrate for events. The rumour surrounding the statue is that when they touch hands with their soulmate, they will become flesh again. Naturally, it becomes a perfect photo and video opportunity for your friends to dare you and pose while holding its hand. And as you step up to the marble podium and look at the lifelike marble statue, with the man's flowing hair and perfect armour, he seems to be a snapshot in time of what the old world was like...slaying dragons and Kings that ruled ruthlessly over the land.

As soon as you slipped your hand into the cold, outstretched one of the statue's...one touch and there was a large gasp from the gathering around you, and now there's an empty podium...and just barely catching a very confused man in your arms. He was clearly startled as he grasped onto one of your arms, his loose, gold hair spilling over his shoulders and down the back of his steel armour. His eyes slowly drifted to you, the both of you wearing an almost marching expressions as he spoke;

"...oh gods above..."