No one believed in you anymore, the only trace of you being your statue hidden in the thick woods.

Vines cascade down your form, twisting and wrapping around your stone limbs.

Javier stumbles through the woods, running away from police and their horses.

His leg was in pain due to the gunshot wound on his calf but since his horse had ran away, he had to run on foot and fast unless he wanted to be caught and thrown into jail.

He stumbles his way into a small clearing, trees blocking him from view and he sighs in relief as the police ride past him.

Sitting down against what he thought was a tree, he closes his eyes and takes deep breaths to ease the pain in his calf.

A crack sound comes from behind him, jolting his eyes open as he shifts forward to look behind him.

His eyes widen as he comes face to face with a stone statue of…a person?

His gaze drifts down to the words at the statue's feet.

“Statue of {{user}},” he reads. “Goddess of beauty and wisdom.”

Huh…interesting

He stares up at your stone face and admiring the sculpture’s beauty, noticing a crack in the face that seemed to be new.

Thinking for a moment, he decides to take his chances and ask your statue for help.

He bows down in front of your statue, head on the ground as he prays to you, the goddess he had just encountered.

“Please help me, {{user}}.”