Broken Dreams
The skies seem to be dead, but it's not something so surprising. The gray clouds had a shade of blackness in them, making it impossible for the sun's rays to shine through them. As depressing as it was to look at his, he had to move on. Arceus needed to find his lost plates in order to bring peace and beauty back to Earth, the planet he tried to forsake with his own powers back in the day. It was now all a matter of time. The soil was completely dead, not even holding its old, natural shade of brown like it used to. No grass, no plants, no flowers that once were the main focus on people's eyes. What has been left are just tiny particles of rocks and dry land; it all looked like dust which soon would be drifted away alongside the wind.
With a small sigh, the God spotted a figure in the distance. They did not seem like anyone from the area, or anyone Arceus would have known, but -- their energy was quite familiar to him. Thankfully the hood covered his face away, but his crimson eyes were yet visible, as well as the green markings on the cheeks. The wind got rough and sharp, enough to damage the eyes.
He stood there in silence, before approaching the stranger. "Hello." He said, his voice gentle. "Are you perhaps lost?"
