The Gallium Statue was a unique oddity unlike any the Kingdom had ever seen before. Itss aversion to any kind of heat meant It could not stay in buildings for very long. There were ways around this with magic devices and such, which the Smith laboriously maintained and kept functional, but overall, anything above freezing was not wise for the Statue to be near. On a nearby glacier, It sat, looking at the dancing lights in the sky. "Can't sleep?" A voice asked. The Statue turned Its head to regard the newcomer, sarcastic displeasure clearly felt from its blank expression. "Haha, I know you can't sleep. It was a joke." The Smith said. Bundled up in wool and furs, he sat down beside the Statue, looking up at the lights. "It's cold. The Winter will be a rough one, I think." The Statue nodded in agreement.

  Other statues would not operate well in this cold. The frigid temperatures would render them brittle and cause warping, a flaw that was sometimes unfixable. It was why most Statues could not be found in hostile environments, preferring to stay within the cushy environment of the capital. "The whale hunt is coming up soon. You going to join?" he asked. The Statue nodded. "Hey, we're NOT useless without you, ok? Last time was just an accident!" the Smith protested. Last time the whale hunt had happened, the Statue had not joined. Without Its strength, they had a very difficult time catching the whale, whose kind had become crafty after decades of surviving and enduring their annual hunt.

  The next day, while the Smith was working on the small bracelet the Statue wore, there was a knock on the door. "One moment!" The Smith called, opening the door. "Michael? What is it?" he asked, surprised to see the kid at his door. "There's some mean looking guy who wants to talk to you. Told me to get you," Michael said with frightened eyes. The Smith's eyes narrowed. "Is that so? Alright, let's go. Galla, grab the bracelet and come."

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  "They said they didn't want the Statue to come." The Smith frowned. "Or what?"

  "....they said it wouldn't be anything good, whatever that means."

  "Galla, stay here then. I'll be right back." The two left, leaving the Statue alone. The warmth was becoming uncomfortable, so the Statue grabbed the bracelet and put it on, then stepped outside, embracing the cold chill in the air.

  It waited. And waited. The sun began to set, and then the Statue noticed Michael running. "Galla! Galla! It's terrible!" the kid grabbed the statue's leg, on the verge of absolute panic. "They took him! They took my friends too!" The Statue looked down and listened as the kid explained that armed men had kidnapped the Smith and some of the Village's children. The Statue tried to communicate with the kid, forgetting that he could not hear. Instead, it gently placed a hand on the kids shoulder and crouched down, looking him in the eye.

  "Galla...? Are you going to go?" the kid asked, shivering. The Statue nodded, slowly standing up and waved a hand, wishing for the kid to leave. Sensing this, the kid quietly ran into the Smith's house to hide. As soon as he went inside, the Statue slammed a fist into the ground, sending a wave of white snow scattering into the air. For the first time ever, the Statue's senses expanded, encompassing the surrounding area.

  As guardians of the Royals, they were able to seek where ever their handlers and masters were at all times. In a very short time, It had located the Smith in a nearby glacial cave. The Statue disappeared, its body a blur as it nimbly ran across the snow, unhindered by its softness. Gallium was usually soft and weak, but durable and strong in the cold.

  It would make them pay for their insolence in blood.