Sprout investigated the statue carefully. Nothing on the cowering centaur, and the holes were too numerous on the bug-like creature to be the right ones. Sprout squinted hard at the statue, as if it would make him see better. The base of the statue of the three creatures was carved in a Greco-Roman style, some covered by significant overgrowth. Sprout brushed and pulled off the overgrowth, revealing a rook shaped indent beneath the overgrowth. This had to be it.
Sprout carefully placed the rook in the indent. At first, nothing happened. Sprout pouted, huffing air and stomping a hoof. Then, from the rook, runes trailed around and up the statue, leylines of magic tracing up each statue. Sprout watched them with intense curiosity, watching as the statue of the familiar pegaus began to crack. The earth began to rumble. Sprout fearfully took steps back, shielding his eyes from the now brightly glowing statue. An small explosion and falling debri. Sprout placed his hoof back on the ground.
"Golly! Thank you for freeing me!" came the familiar voice. The tiny pegasus that stood before him matched the one that appeared in the apparition.
Sprout's face was that of this story's cover, you see. No sound left his throat but his jaw may as well have been on the floor.