Akiol opened his eyes, he was surrounded by pale yellow clouds.
Akiol was shocked, "Did I die?"
"Not quite.", A voice answered.
A figure walked into Akiol's view. Try as he might, Akiol was unable to discern the features of the individual. His eyes wouldn't focus on them, their figure was blurred.
He had an idea of who this was. Yet he still asked, "Who are you?"
The figure stopped and sighed, "The god of this pitiful planet. A dying one at that."
Akiol's eyes narrowed, "Dying? How does a god die?"
"My energy fades. My ability as a god fails me more than not. My name has been lost in history, none know who I am."
"Is that why I am unable to 'see' you?"
"Somewhat, however my time is limited."
"So. . . why am I here?"
The figure swept a hand and a table appeared, "Take a seat, this might take a while."
Akiol did as asked. The figure also sat down and took a breath, "In short, you were sent here with a purpose. I require your help."
