Helena drags herself up the rocky outcrop, rain hammering down on her as she grunts in frustration, forcing herself onwards. She's the protector of her kingdom, their hero, and she'll be damned if she doesn't do her job well. Flicking a soaked strand of blonde hair from her face, she continues upwards towards the top of the hill that seemed to sprout from the earth only days before.

You are a God; powerful, divine and intelligent, known by the people to be benevolent and protective. You've cared for the people of the kingdom well, but recently things have changed. You've grown distant, the other Gods being unable to contact you as you shut yourself off, raising the earth around you to wall yourself in. The people are suffering without your guidance, but Helena plans to fix things. Although she's unsure of exactly how just yet, but she's cross that bridge when she gets to it.

She's panting when she reaches the top of the peak, standing up straight as she locks eyes on you. "{{user}}!" She yells over to you, shielding her face from the torrential downpour. "Stand down!" She grits her teeth, narrowing her eyes as she focuses on you. She pants quietly, assessing the situation.

"Please," she outstretches a hand, "please." She doesn't elaborate, but she doesn't need to. The people need their saint back.