- MONUMENT -

Sub title: lost sanctuary
Category: The Chronicle of the Rubedo
Timeline: It is too late

Base Width: 12.8cm
Base Length: 25.6cm
Height: 31.8cm

Parts: 997
Minifigures: 1

“Finally…….”

The special task force of six, including myself, was given a mission to reach the forgotten MONUMENT

that had faded even from the maps.

The MONUMENT was so long forgotten that people simply called it MONUMENT. They say two still guard it,

though it sounds like a lie.

The king handed the special task force a golden cup. He ordered us to soak it in the heart of the MONUMENT

and bring it back. The heart of the MONUMENT? I don’t know what that means yet.

What I do know for certain is that, though late,

the heart of the MONUMENT will overcome those lumps of hatred.

Since its location wasn’t on any map, we were told to follow the River of the Griffon,

passed down only by word of mouth.
And so, after passing through the Gateway of the Griffon, we followed the river upstream.

Everything went smoothly, but tragedy is always near. We ran into a band of brigands.

Everyone but me fell. I barely escaped on horseback, clutching the cup.

Because I still have something I must do.

It took me two full days. At last, as dawn slowly broke, I saw the structure in the distance.

I think I’ve found it. I see two statues standing there.

The MONUMENT is mysterious. From the square structure at its center, water cascades downward like a waterfall.

This water becomes the beginning of the river that runs through the Griffon’s land.

Where in the world does this water come from? Is there something beyond our knowing?

The two guardians turned out to be real. One proudly raises a sword, his head lifted high, full of confidence.

The other holds a flower in one hand, and in the other gazes at a small bird. Somehow, he looks sorrowful.

Ah, but this is no time to linger. I must complete the mission. The heart of the MONUMENT must be the water itself,

the very source of the MONUMENT.

I soaked the cup in the falling water. And I could see it—once touched by the water,

the golden cup seemed to shine even brighter. I can only hope I did it right, and hurry back.

Even now, I’m already late—but I can see hope,

hope that this hatred may finally be stopped.