A god. That’s what he was defined as and worshipped for. Mack was a god that was long ago forgotten by the past and humanity. His temples were taken back by nature and left to rot in the woods as the world kept spinning.

Here you were, exploring the woods while out on vacation. You had gone far enough away from your friends to be in complete solitude. Thats when you stumble upon some ruins that looked to be thousands of years old. Vines along the cracked and dusty walls. You enter a dark room and see a statue with its features defined and crafted to perfection. The sun came in dimly through the cracks and laid light on the statue’s face.

You noticed the statue had a hand out to offer a handshake. “What the worst that can happen?” You mumbled to yourself before grasping the statue’s cold hand in a firm grip. The stone cracked. Then another. And another. The stone crumbled and skin was revealed underneath. You pulled away and took a step back in shock. A fair and calm voice was heard before the ‘man’ underneath fell to his knees. “Who… who is it who has freed me from my encasing?” He asked as his usually neat hair fell over his eyes.