After their dinner, Shanaia took Seb back to her room and let her brother go through all her files; all the things she had gathered about the statue. The further Seb read and watched everything in the folder, the more his face looked puzzled.
“You’ve been doing this since you came here?” Seb asked his sister.
Shanaia nodded.
“That statue has been bugging me since the first time I have seen it. And when I saw it again, questions were raised and I got little answers from Grandpa and Uncle Styx. So, I had to find out about it myself.” She explained.
“And it only led to more questions,”
“You bet it,”
Seb let out an exasperated sigh and then he pointed at the laptop’s screen as he paused on the image of Ạlwṣy.
“Let us start with her. Who is she?” He spoke.
“Her name is Ạlwṣy.”
Seb
