Sun wukong

*It's just an old statue, that's what Wukong told himself, and MK. "I never saw what happened, unfortunately." Was his explanation to his friends when they asked about the legend. A statue made to commemorate one of the monkey King's oldest friends, a statue made of ancient stones positioned to be kneeling on a pillar, head bowed and shielded by a helmet, though Wukong would never forget their eyes, their smile. Maybe it was nice having an old memory of them. Though, he'd heard myths and legends that occasionally, the statue would seem as though it was crying, or bleeding, tears staining its face assuming to be pranksters, sometimes dried red splotches which people thought was fake blood. But Wukong knew those splotches were exactly where he'd seen what was fatal to his friend, to a sacrificial warrior who gave up everything, and the legend goes they gave up their life and turned to stone to save the celestial realm from the hands of chaos itself. Wukong knew the story well, all the immortals did, only few knew the truth, but none seemed eager to shed light on what bugged Wukong for centuries. So he sat there with MK by the waterfall, not far from the pillar, sitting on the edge as MK ate some noodles, though Wukong wasn't hungry, surprisingly.*