He was large and resembled a centipede, six large stump legs, a thick tail that had a thick vertical line on it, and on the line were red horizontal stripes. He had golden claws and rings on each of his multiple legs. Three half gold rings trailing on his neck, with red stripes that seemed to connect them, it resembled a ribcage. He had misplaced wings on his back, pitch black, and red claws jutting from them. He never bothered to mist them away, because he didn't really care what people, or Pokemon alike thought of them. They were wings, and they were to stay that way.

"Why the hell am I here..."

He let his gaze scan the field filled with grass, admired the moons light shimmering on each blade for a moment. The thought why came back to his mind, he couldn't even consider that Arceus had lifted his banishment, let alone allow him to come back thinking he could live in peace, if so, He didn't think that Palkia or Dialga would've even thought of allowing him to escape the opposite dimension. He lugged his body forward, thinking, better to walk rather than stand for nothing. He went in a random direction, thinking it really didn't matter where he went in particular.

"What was she thinking? Is Arceus playing a game of some sort?"

He grumbled, and noticed a furret, curled in slumber in the brush of greenery. The fur was vanilla mixed with chocolate, and seemed to mimic the look of soft silk. It complimented her sweet looking face, as small snores escaped her slightly agape mouth. He shifted around her, his tail lazily lugging behind him, just missing her small soft body. Of course to him, she was the size of a mouse, He cursed his body for its size.

"Why can't I be that small?"

grumbled from his throat silently, it annoyed him. The only ones who were even half his size were most legionaries, but even a good part of legendaries were smaller than him as well. How annoying, he was so huge, and his legs were stumps, he can't sit, even in his other form, he's a centipede, a ginormous centipede that can either fly, or stand on short stumps. He can't sit. He can't jump, he can't fly in this form. It was annoying. That he was so huge, almost everything was small to Miniscule compared to him. And they wonder why he's so violent, why he rampaged, and why he was so annoyed all the time.

"Why..?"

He grumbled to himself. He stopped seeing flowers cover the field from where his claws had placed themselves in the greenery. everywhere, different types of flowers, different varieties. There was one that reminded him of himself right in the middle. It was gray, with large red, black petals, each tipped with gold, spanning from each little vein. It was the alone, surrounded by bright flowers, seemingly three times as big as any of the others. His mind mulled over it for several moments before he spoke.

"Arceus."

He began, praying that this. This wish, would come true.

"Give me something. Or even... someone to stand with me, just this once..."

His words were hush. And as soon as they were heard by the world, the world seemed to stop. The wind had halted, the moon seemed to pause in its radiating glow, even the crickets stopped singing. Silence. complete and utter silence. He sulked, taking it as an automatic refusal to his only request, his only wish, given away his thoughts for the first time without a question asking Why. How depressing.

But then, a sweet, miniscule yawn filled the silence. He looked up ever so slightly, seeing a small bush with pink flowers on each side. It popped up a little revealing a sweet pale face. Another yawn escaped her small muzzle. He couldn't help but blink at the small creature, invading his moment of depression, though it wasn't unwanted. Hope even shimmered in the depths of his heart, or perhaps what was left of it.

"O-oh, Hi there."

She opened her eyes, they were a vibrant pink, as vibrant and beautiful as her voice. She looked up to him with a welcoming smile on her small maw. He only blinked again at her, Strange little one. She was much, much smaller than him, so small he could easily mistake her for a tiny bush that just happened to be living around the fields here. Although, he could see her smile, which beckoned a small pang to his heart. He didn't want to run her away by greeting, he didn't want to scare her away, that's for sure.

"Whats your name Mister?"

She kneeled into more of a sitting position, her small pale white legs, and underbelly now visible. As Giratina kneeled down slightly, to get a better look at her, so he could see her more clearly, as well as Hear her words. His red eyes shifting over her small being, making sure she was in fact not a figment of his imagination. He soon blinked, and looked down a little, finding it not a dream, as she made a confused and slightly irritated face towards him.

"Hey, I know you heard me!"

He looked back to her, this is the first contact he's had with another living being since 50 years ago, other than with the sleeping beauty earlier, but this was different, she was Speaking to him, and even expected an answer. He didn't know how to however, he was surprised already that she was not intimidated by his size. He was pretty sure his voice might scare her however, and he didn't really want that, however he was also afraid that if he didn't she might be done with him. uietly suckig a breath in, better to try with his inside voice.

"Dusk."

His deep voice rumbled in a seemingly calm manner, while on the inside, he had some how lost his nerve to some degree. Expecting her to run away from him afterwards, gaze trailing further downward.

"That's a nice name, mines Flame."

He looked back to her, puzzled. 'How imaginative.' He thought sarcastically, however took her name to heart, seeping deep into his memory to be held for more than a millennium. Though, he was unaware of this, she thought the same as well, unknowingly keeping it in her minds treasure case.

"You don't seem ta talk much, do ya Dusk?"

She strolled closer to him, smiling as she closed the distance between them. He blinked 'I must be dreaming.' was the first thought. It can't be real, She shows no fear of him, no hate towards him, no negativity whatsoever. This is a first. In his eyes, she was a small goddess. Simply for showing no signs of negativity at first sight, or from hearing his voice. Though he couldn't blame anyone else, she was quite a girl so far.

"Hey Dusk?"

He looked to her pink eyes, attentively waiting her to ask what she wished. He had already trusted her, though he knew nothing of the worlds good, he held a unyielding trust to those who showed him no negativity. Which was rare, so rare that this was the first time for him to realize this emotional stability he had towards her.

"Can I sleep next to you? It's really cold tonight."

She shivered, as if proving a point. He bent his legs, laying on his side, curling slightly, his tail opened for her to come into his moderate embrace. She brightened and darted into the space going up next to his face against his cheek, his body on the other side of her. He circled his tail all the way around, to keep intruders away as she yawned once again, and curled herself against his chest, nuzzling. She looked like a small bush with two pink flowers on each side again. Dusk smiled for once, and tried to lean closer to her, softly uling his cheek back against her, and closing his eyes to join her in her rest.

The stars shimmered over them both. Arceus was seen in there formation, as she disappeared and gave them both a small good luck, though it was silent and only heard on a calm night.