The world was not all cleansed as one might think, days passing and the wind traveling so far. Over fields and forests it blew, carrying away impurities in the air, taking it away until it found something to settle against. Dust drifted along and feathers came in and out, the wind like currents in an ocean, it finally died when it reached a large mountain range far North of Griila. Almost completely across the border of the country, Jovén groaned from a tree where he had materialized. His body hung over a branch, glossy black hair in his face and matching wings displaced. The left was stretched out almost straight, the right disfigured and bent. He was in a lot of pain, but considering he was alive; pain was all he would feel for a good time.
Slowly he climbed down out of the tree and sat on a large rock, fingers slowly kneading the bones of the wing back into it’s correct place. Finally, it snapped. With a crack or two it fell into place and Jovén let out a moan and leaned forward feeling dizzy. Something was definitely wrong, he shouldn’t be here, he shouldn’t have been alive.
Joven is my own personal character, if you are part of NaNoWriMo you might by the end know him. Though, he's a sub-character that in all technicality had died. The post above I've yet to decide if I should use or not, I just wrote it as a little scrap during a writing flow that I rather liked. I thought it would be nice to put up here and see what happened with it. Sort of like those "other side stories" done in the sub-character or villains point of view. Joven was a villain, cousin to my main character and Angel. If this takes off you'll see he is far from the religious sort of Angel, so please don't get angry with me. Oh, P.S. his name is pronounced Hoe-Vein. Spanish J sounding like H and all.
As for Griila, that is also in my story and is the most important setting in the tale (even if they're only there for three chapters). It's the capital of the country in the novel; city, big, pretty, clean... the usual palace place. Hopefully this won't go back to Griila and will head elsewhere.
Joven, Griila, concept of 'Angels' and anything written by myself is mine unless I otherwise state.
Thanks for reading guys, I hope this turns out well!
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