Garry was collasped onto the ground. Not remembering where he came from nor who he was. All he knew was that he didn't belong here. He didn't want to be here. He shouldn't be here. His snowy white hair covered his face messily. He ran a pale hand through his bangs, pushing them to the side. Taking a deep breath, he slowly stood up. His body ached all over, as if, he's been tossed around a bit and was slam dunked onto the Earth. He stretched out wings that were of the same color as his hair. One of them was broken.He cursed sofftly to himself and began towards the cloest town he could see. "Hopefully... I can find out where I am. He was lost, confused, injured and he hated this so, so much. He disliked the feeling of feeling helplessness very much. He hoped it wasn't going to last long.