What am I doing?

I don't know why I'm writing this. One of the humans said it would help. As if anything can help.
They took my whole life. Banished by my flock, stripped of my rank, titles, and clout. Despised by my best wingmate. Even my wings... This is Hariel's influence I know. He's been waiting for just such a chance.
So here I am, in some backwater on Midgard. What am I supposed to do with myself now? I have nothing.
Nothing.
And you know what's worse... is that I don't know what's worse. The complete decimation of my life at the whims of the CEIC, or the event that triggered everything. The knowledge.. nay, the acceptance of what I am. What my people are.
Monsters.
I had to have known. Had to have been burying my head in the clouds, ignoring the truth in front of my eyes. The fae are no real threat. They're too few to challenge Heaven. We 'exterminate' them, a word which implies they're little more than vermin, but are they so different than us? A young dryad could just as soon be one of our hatchlings. I speak to Seamus as easy as I do Zaq, different as we are. He's no less than myself, he's more even. He could certainly 'exterminate' me if he had a mind and I'm honestly a little surprised he's not done it yet. I wouldn't blame him.
For now, I'll stay with the humans. They're a friendly enough bunch. Tomorrow I'm to meet some of them at dawn, learn how to "surf" the waves. An angel riding the ocean, absurd. But maybe it will help, feel a little like the air currents. Maybe.
Seamus won't go. Says he hates sand, it gets everywhere. For a man sometimes called 'the all-destroyer' he sure can be a wimp.