[Oddish]

It in the hours during the night on one of the floating thick ice plates in the North Pole. Des had been walking for days on the dust snow, while carying the key of the entrance of the Dead End World and a map. Des almost made to the centre, he saw a small human figure.

He saw and looked up "Aright, a somebody "

Des went closer to it. It appeared to be an old man sitting in a medeiating position. The old man's hair was white in a miheaken style hair cut, lots of hair was mosty layed oneside of the head. Dark skin colour and wearing orange cloths.
The guy looked up at Des.

And said "Hey there my dead friend. How can I be any service to you?"

Des was a little bit suprised
" Urm, wow.... You seem to be the only human to pay atention to me, usally someone just dosn't notice me..."

The Old man repliyed " Ah yes, well I know you're there. I have trained to be able to feel all souls "

"That is great, realy. Heh, coz you seem to be the only person around here. Anyway, I like to get straight to the point. Do you know the entrance to the doors of Dead End Word?"

The old guy put his hand near his chin

"Hmmm.... ah yes. Well I can tell you'll won't be seesing that place anymore" The guy laughted a bit as if he thought Des was joking.

"Excuse me? Errr why shouldn't I be able to go there? You may a human with all wisdom and whatever, but I got told to go here. "

He put something out of his sleeve

"See? I even got the key to get in"

The old dude stood up

" I'm telling you that place can never be visited, becuase the entrance has been demolished"

Des put an freaked out looking face

" Your joking? Dam it! I've been walking from miles away and now I coming here and there's nothing?! Grrrrr"

Des faced his head down and felt annoyed.