Hi people! This is my much awaited and first fanfiction! :Does a happy dance: I have worked long and hard on this fic, and I hope that you enjoy it. I will have my annoying alter-ego Kris do the disclaimer.

Kris: Annoying now? Hmph! :Turns away in anger:

Me: Just do the damn disclaimer!

Kris: Fine. :Gives evil glare: She owns nothing! Nada! Zip! Zilch! Zippo!

Me: They get the idea.

Kris: Oh...

Mama = Thoughts

Mama = Narration/Speaking

The Girl, the God, and the Demons

Chapter One: The Dream

"Nooooooo!!!!!!!" Diana Taylor woke with a start, springing up from her fluffy pillow. She glanced at her clock, which read 2:08 am, as she propped herself up against her pillow. She brushed her auburn hair out of her emerald eyes, uncovering many cute freckles, and stared at the ceiling. How weird, she thought, remembering her odd dream.

It had started outside a dark, mysterious forest, which Diana's dream self had unwisely entered. Then, quite suddenly, an equally mysterious figure with vivid red hair down to his back and emerald eyes, much like her own, emerged from a nearby tree. He directed her to a misty clearing, where an odd cloaked figure was awaiting her. It spoke, sounding quite young,

"So, you have arrived. Well, sit down."

"O-okay", her dream self had replied uncertainly.

Much to her surprise, she started to glow a crimson red. The other two, although, weren't shocked like her, but were smiling, as though they had waited a long time for such a joyous event. Her dream self jumped in shock, and ran away from the mysterious figures. She ran right into a tree, and fell clumsily.

"How strange." Someone, a female, giggled nearby. Diana's dream self looked up, and saw a beautiful huntress, with odd turquoise eyes and light brown hair in a messy braid, accompanied by a deer. Her Greek-style moccasins kicked up dust when she walked, and it surrounded her with a misty aura. It seemed as if she had appeared out of nowhere. She carried on her back a sling of arrows, as well as a bow. A small dagger was strapped to her linen skirt, and on her hand, she carried an ancient shield. Diana wondered vaguely if the stranger had stolen all of these ancient accessories, for no one in their right mind actually owned those kinds of things. They stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity, until something strange happened.

The tall stranger glanced up towards the absent moon, and her stare remained there. Then, she underwent a horrifying transformation. Her less-than-perfect hair broke free of its loose bonds, and spiked, unaided, in all directions; it looked as though she were receiving an electric shock. Her kind turquoise eyes narrowed in hate and turned into a fiery red. The deer turned and fled, and the stranger's many freckles turned into zits. Her hands, hidden within stylish leather gloves, became claws. She turned slowly and faced Diana, who was cowering in fear.

The she-devil lunged, but Diana dodged with astonishing speed, which she certainly couldn't do under normal circumstances. The monster turned, and lunged again. Diana's dream self had nowhere to run. She put up her arms, still glowing crimson, like the rest of her body, to block the attack. There was a bright flash of crimson light, and the monster flew back against a tree, uttering a cry of pain. Diana looked up, thoroughly confused. Why did the monster stop attacking? What had blasted it back, away from her? Her dream self walked cautiously toward it, avoiding all debris along the way. She looked down upon its face, a hideous face, even ugly when unconscious. Then, it blinked. It was slightly disoriented, but, upon seeing Diana, regained consciousness. Diana ran as fast as she could, but the thing cornered her. It lunged for a third time, and didn't miss.

"Oh-oh, well. I probably shouldn't have watched that werewolf movie last night..." She mumbled to herself, and drifted into a peaceful, dreamless slumber.

Meanwhile, thousands of miles away, in a world well above the clouds, there sat a teenager, with vivid red hair down to his back and emerald eyes. He chuckled to himself, and said, "How amusing. We're supposed to keep her subdued, correct? I hope she isn't too headstrong..."

"I should hope not," replied a small child opposite him, "She will be very strong one day, and mustn't know of us. Now, on with the plan."