Diana found herself in a bit of a mess. Her double blades were lost rendering herself powerless against the oncoming monsters that were bound to slaughter the town.

She warned the elders of their abuse of magic. She knew they were going to do something awful that they could not control. But they just called her a child and shooed her away.

The eighteen year old looked around frantically, her braided red hair seemed to flow desperatly in the wind, reflecting Diana's own desperation as her brown eyes scoured for some form of sharp weapon. Then she found it!

Her brother's bow and arrows. He had died of a serious injury caused by an unknown force, and Diana was determined to find it. The bow and arrows seemed to give off an attachment sort of aura that was a mix between a royal purple and a venomous green.

As she grabbed it, the color became more of a venomous green, she slung the quiver over her shoulder, and fled to higher grounds. As she did she shot some not so far off monsters that were steadily coming to the town's center.

Diana's pale skin reflected off the moonlight making her seem like some sort of avenger rather than a girl trying to destroy of supernatural beasts.