This is about some of my OCs. Their names are Asteria and Elysian, and if you want more information about them, look in my Random Things I Wrote book, and my art book.
Journal-
Is that how this starts? I'm not sure.
Humans have created many ways of expressing themselves. They told me about a way they record their days. They call it "writing".
I asked them how they used this skill, and they kindly showed it to me. I'm very proud of them. They are much better than I ever thought they would be.
So now I am writing in a... book? I think that's what they called it. I'm still trying to figure out their ways (learning the letters was particularly difficult). We don't need writing in Heaven. Special angels document our stories.
But, I'm thrilled humans are creating their own things. Of course, they would be better with magic, but apparently, I'm not supposed to talk about that.
Today was relatively uneventful. I ran through the forest with my wolf. I found her on my first day as a 'fallen angel' and named her Callisto. She was a little puppy when she trotted up to me in the woods, and she has grown quite large since then. The humans call her a dire wolf, and she is my favorite of Elysian's creatures.
Today we were tracking a deer, since I can only use simple magic now that I have fallen from Heaven. I can no longer survive without food and I can't make any appear. So Callisto and I hunt.
We caught the deer quickly. I don't like killing my sister's creations, but Callisto and I must eat. I killed the deer fast, hoping to cause as little pain as possible.
As we made our way to the human settlement, I thought of Elysian up above. What happened to her since I was gone? Was she down here with me? Or was she watching over me as I walked now? The Sun and the Moon still rose, so someone was doing those tasks.
We arrived at the tents and homes of the humans and walked to the center of their settlement. In the middle of the tents sat a giant hearth that I cooked the deer on. I gave some of it to the humans and fed Callisto too. She happily licked the grease from my fingertips.
As I write this, I sit around the hearth, but the light is dying, so I must end this quickly or I will make mistakes in the darkness. I don't know if anyone will read this, but I'm going to make a record of my days living among the humans, so then if any other angels fall, they will have something to hopefully help them.
Good night (as the humans say).
