Vampeera was a majestic kalon. Prancing around the forest with her beautiful blue hair, and golden eyes. Graceful as ever,
most describe her as. However, that was a long time ago. Now she sings the song of sirens, cries the cry of a wolf. Her smile, twisted.
Her footsteps drawing near. She would go outside the forest to greet others, and play with the animals who were close. Though,
she was betrayed. Betrayed by a horrible witch who cursed her, forever keeping her hideous until she never remained. This witch was known as "ghiura" meaning "evil." She saw the beauty in Vampeera, and ripped it away from her, replacing it with evil and despair. Crushing her spirits as well. Her heart drained of empathy and kindness. Now, she is just a shell of herself. A shadow. Her antlers were still atop her head, however. But they were badly damaged by the witch's magic, that they have turned completely black and rotten. Exposed marrow and rot. Vampeera lay on the ground, her mind racing with anger and evil ambitions that would plague the world. The magic had a side-effect, however. It boosted her instincts. Smell, sight, touch, taste. Nothing was going to keep her from hunting the witch down. Nothing. Bones, aching, and scraping against each other, she got up. Feet, almost as if they couldn't support her weight. However, she pushed through, winding through the tree's like a snake. Hungry for blood, and revenge. In the corner of her eye, Vampeera caught a glimpse of a shadow. Without thinking, she raced after it, her legs screaming for her to stop. She wouldn't. "Not now." Vampeera thought. Claws unsheathed, teeth, bared, both as sharp as a reinforced thorn. Vampeera caught up to the shadow, and raked it with her teeth. Pinning it down, blinded by her anger. Its warm body grew cold and lifeless. Vampeera climbed off of the shadow, and saw it. It was only a large rabbit. Giving a huge huff of annoyance and pain, Vampeera continued dodging branches and tree's. Her antlers, becoming more and more brittle. She made it to a small house in the clearing of a forest, old with age. Sniffing the air, she noticed a scent much different from the others. This one was sweeter, nicer. Fresh. Vampeera kicked down the door with all of her strength, and the witch stared. The door broken, with the small kalon in the middle of the home. "hehe, you silly kalon. Lets see if you will
LEARN YOUR LESSON!" The witch screamed, using her magic to take the antlers out. A kalons antlers are one of the most important things. If the antlers are slightly damaged, their memory is also damaged. If the entire pair of antlers are taken away, that means they will lose all their magical properties and memories that were so important to them. The witch knew this, and broke the bones that kept the antlers intact. Vampeera, shrieking in pain. Her brain, emptied of her most dear memories. All she could remember was pain, and agony. Longing for hope. Filling every ounce of her body with anger. Vampeera's eyes opened, vicious. Teeth bared and jaw agape. She felt as though the only thing she could do now was to hunt. Hunt until she had too much food.


The witch wasn't done yet, however. Using her magic on the kalon one last time, and replaced her thoughts with ones of serving the witch. The kalon was smiling again, ready to help the witch. Vampeera stepped closer to the witch, friendly. However, she still was hurt inside. Nothing could replace the damage done. The witch grabbed a large skull, feathers were on the side of it as if it were waiting for Vampeera all this time. She sat it next to Vampeera. The kalon grabbed it with her paws and put it on her head.
antlers sprung from it, encasing the "good" memories with the witch forever into her. After a moment of silence, the witch's face grew serious. Angry, even. "go..get out of here, I

" Her voice rung in the air. It echoed through the house. Hurt, Vampeera ran out of the house and never returned. She tried shaking off the skull, but it wouldn't.
Fused with flesh and bone, it wasn't going to come off. Vampeera couldn't live like this. She couldn't. She stood there, at the tree before she was corrupted. Before she lost her beauty. Longing for the world to stop, and bring her back to how she was. Though,
she didn't know why she was like this anymore, she still had flashbacks of what happened before her memory was erased.
The headdress was all she had left.

Her body, rotting, while the skull never aged. Cursed.
A few years went by, and the old kalon passed. Her body was decaying, though it was springing new life. Every thousand years you can see her spirit walking among the forest. Whispering, calling out to someone to bring her back. She still has her skull on her head, many have said.