Morgana remembered the day she fell as if it were yesterday. The fall itself had not been nearly as bad as the changes her body made as she spiraled at a neck-breaking speed towards the earth. Her ear-piercing scream screeched through the entire forest as she hit the earth with a jolting thud. Her bones crunched as she hit the dark dirt and her eyes glared up at the night sky angrily. Above her, the sky crackled and boomed threateningly, and almost instantly after, the bright sky lit up above her and illuminated her broken form. How many bones are broken? Am I bleeding? The girl tried to rise but a sharp pain shot up her twisted and deformed spine. Her back was broken and a growing numbing sensation was starting to spread up her legs. This was not good. She had vaguely wondering during her fall if the power of darkness would still answer her after this night, but a quick calling to the night was enough to cease her worrying as her spine and bones slowly realigned and regenerated. It was nearly dawn by the time she could stand again and her whole body pulsed with exhaustion. "I have to move...I can't stay here...much to dangerous.." She mumbled on to herself as she shuffled blindly through the night. She had already tried her wings, but many feathers had been torn. In a few places they had been ripped completely free and were slowly drizzling blood onto the damp earth as she walked. No, they wouldn't heal for a while. Eventually she had found her way to a small river, and gulped the clear water quickly. When her thirst was quenched, she let her eyes take a glance at her reflection. Her whole body had changed. The once fair haired girl with beautiful white wings was now a monster. Her once pure wings were now scraggly and a rugged gray, her long hair a now deep shade of purple and her once beautiful hands looked like the claws of a beast. "No!no!" Morgana shook her head violently, screaming at the top of her lungs. She was ruined. A once perfect girl was now a perfect disaster.