He stood for years in the castle. Outside the castle to be precise, but within the grounds. He had been standing in the castle since it had been used as an actual castle and those people had lived there. He had seen them all die, one by one. There had been a chef in the garden once. The chef had looked nervous, striding up and down a tiny patch of grass and flinching at every noise. He had been quite amused by this. He had almost shouted out himself. Maybe he could have thrown a little stone that would have hit him on the head. But this was not the job of the statue. The job of the statue was to stand. Anyway, the chef looked like he was about to leave at one point when he obviously saw someone around the corner. The man in green had arrived and it was obvious that they had conspired to meet at this particular point at this specific time. It was also obvious that the chef was not at all happy with the tardiness of the man in green, yet he could not properly communicate his unhappiness due to the fact that the man in green was in a position of greater authority than the chef. This had also amused the statue. The chef and the man in green had a brief conversation which involved the passing of a small clinking bag to the chef, followed by a small tube of liquid. The two men had then looked around nervously before quickly leaving the garden. The statue had been somewhat perplexed by this meeting but decided that it was not the job of the statue to care about such things.
One day the statue had woken up to the shocking realisation that he was no longer alone. A stone carving of a woman had been placed beside him. The statue was at first very unhappy with the positioning of this second statue. He felt that this garden (at least this particular part of it, for he could not see the entire lawn) was his spot. That he had been chosen to stand there, and him alone. Needless to say he treated this other statue harshly to begin with. He did not look at her and refused to acknowledge her importance, or even presence. This continued for a very long time. But slowly he began to look at her in the mornings, even going as far as greeting her (to the extent that statues can). It was almost without noticing it that he became comfortable with her presence, and in many ways even enjoyed the company during the long cold days of watching the garden in the winter. One day a lot of people burst into the garden with weapons and armour. There was a lot of noise which the statue did not like so he closed his eyes and pretended nothing was happening. Eventually the noise died down and he opened his eyes and looked around the garden. He knew that something was different straight away, and it was with some degree of horror that he realised that the other statue next to him had disappeared. Nothing of her remained. The statue felt a sadness that he had never known before, partly because he missed her so, but partly because he wished that he had opened his eyes to see her one last time. To see what had happened to her. Many years later, when the castle was very different and people from all over the country would come to look at it and ooh and ah at different things, the statue saw a boy and a girl arguing in the garden. The girl was crying and sad, and the boy was sad but trying not to cry. The girl walked off with tears in her eyes and left the boy on his own in the garden. When the statue watched this he had the very peculiar feeling that he knew the boy and wanted to go over there to touch him on the shoulder or hug him or tell him that maybe everything would be fine.