Hey. Well this is just a story I've been working on for a while now. Almost a year. It's typed way differently than how I wrote it down on paper. It was inspired by the great stories and tales my best friend Deranged_chi tells me all the time. Chan is the main character fyi but I try to make everyone involved as group protagonists. Please understand that I have it mostly on paper and have only gotten this far on the computer. If you wish for me to continue with the story on gaia just PM me or leave a comment on my Profile page whee thnx!!
Redemption
It was eight days since Joyce had heard from Trent. She stood on the balcony staring into the misty forest. It was raining badly and Joyce was getting soaked. Her soft pitch black wings were drenched by the rain. She felt a hand suddenly fall on her shoulder, “come inside, Joyce. You’re gonna get catch a cold…” she turned around to see the friendly face of her good friend Ron. He was holding a blanket in his hands, he smiled at her and she replied, “Sure…” Ron knew what was troubling her and assured her that Trent was fine.
“I know, but… it shouldn’t take him this long to complete a mission.” At that moment she entered a more depressed state and her wings drooped down. Ron looked away. He couldn’t stand to see his friends suffer or get hurt, especially his childhood friend. Just then Chan burst in pointing her finger as she yelled “Joyce!! The heck?! You’re soaked! And look at your wings! Do you know how hard it is to brush those?!” Joyce turned her head around to unintentionally show Chan a sad face that only could emit depressing darkness. Chan understood. She empathized and forced a friendly smile, trying not to cry herself. She was also worried about Trent. Not nearly as much as Joyce though. Normally a mission would only take 4 days to complete and the length of time of that was doubled without even the slightest word of success from Trent. No word of his safety either. Chan led Joyce inside and sat her in a large chair in front of the fire. “…I’m sure he’s fine, Joyce. No need to worry about it” she said as she smiled. Joyce broke and yelled to Chan, “yeah, but 8 days is too long! His longest mission only lasted 4 days and a half! And it was way farther than having to go to Gandal!” Chan went numb. She hadn’t seen Joyce this unhappy for a long time. She looked away and slowly picked up a brush, “…here… I’ll brush your wings.” Just then Liz and Shade walked in on the three of them sad and gloomy around the fire in a quiet daze. They questioned why Joyce was wet and why everyone was gloomy. Chan and Ron explained to the two of them. Chan turned around with a happy face on and reminded Joyce “Ahem! So! About those wings…”
“Oh yeah!” Joyce spread her wings and snapped them outward to shake off the small water droplets that fell upon her while she was out in the cold rain. She sat back down in the large chair and Chan started to the pitch-black wings. Chan too had wings as well as everyone else who lived in the castle. Thos other were Ron, Shade otherwise known as Sean, Liz and of course Trent. Chan had white wings with deep purple tips at the ends of the feathers. Ron’s wings were also white but had a cerulean aqua color at the tips of his feathers and Liz had Grey feathers tipped with random bright pink feathers scattered about. Sean had the nicest feathers of them apart from his brother’s, Trent. Shade had very dark navy blue feathers. They were so dark they almost reached black yet they shone so nicely you would think that they were faux. Trent had the most pure silver wings with blood red tipped feathers to taint their purity. At times Trent would change into something that could only be described as a demon yet he still held his own form. Nobody could stop him when he became the demon. His wings would turn almost black, the red still in place and would acquire a dark ora around them. No one could stop him from causing his havoc across the land and in villages, no one except Joyce. One would say, at first glance, these winged humanoids would be angels, yet these so called angels had caused their fair share of havoc. Each of them persecuted for horrid crimes, for learning a great secret. Persecuted, punished and sent away, forbidden to ever come back. They were no angels. They were Fallens.
Itchy Gonzalles Community Member 
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