I would just like to say hello to my lovely readers that have happened to stumble across this story, and let you know that I am a new writer, and after years of reading your amazing Fanfiction, I have finally decided that I no longer want to be a spectator, but a participant, so yay to my first story! Please be gentle with me, I am just taking an idea and sort of running with it on a rainy Sunday afternoon. I do not have a Beta, so please forgive any grammatical errors, but I would love one, if anyone is interested in doing so, please feel free to message me! Also I own no rights to anything Twilight, they all go to the lovely mastermind that is Stephanie Meyer; but Naomi, she is my masterpiece, and mine alone *rubs hands, and grins.* I will be changing POV throughout the story, just to let you guys know! Anyway, thank you all for taking the time to check my story out, and please let me know if you like it! Without further ado, I present to you … The Goddess of War.

Full Summary

From birth, it had always been clear that Naomi would be a special child, she possessed an ethereal beauty and foresight that rivaled that of Alice Cullen. Delivered on the Cullens doorstep at only a few days old, she was taken in and raised as one of their own, after soon discovering the shocking ancestry of the mystery child. As Naomi grows older, and her powers expand, she alerts the attention of the power-hungry leaders of the Volturi. In an effort to protect her family, she agrees to join them through an arranged marriage, under the terms that her family remains unaware of the true motives of her upcoming nuptials. While preparing for her wedding, Naomi is plagued by unsettling dreams and visions from past lives, the only constant being a warrior that seems to be by her side no matter what the era. Soon, her visions turn ominous, warning her of an impending doom if she is to join the ranks of the Volturi guard, knowing that somehow, finding this mystery man, if he truly exists, holds the key to her survival.

Preface :

Set in the 1500's

"Naomi…if anything were to happen to you…" His voice caught in his throat, filled with emotion, as he grabbed my arm to stop me from leaving. I gazed up at his muscular form that was suddenly towering over me, the tent eerily quiet, aside from the sound of the war drums, echoing off at the distance, signaling that the warriors were getting prepared, it was almost time. Taking a deep breath, and squaring my shoulders off in preparation of the argument that was bound to ensue, due to my declaration this morning that I would be joining him on the battlefield today.

"Upendo wangu…" I whispered in my native tongue, "I thought we had settled this, now sit." I commanded, so that I could continue my previous task of painting his chest in traditional tribal markings.

"Naomi! We have not settled anything!" he roared, as he knocked the paints out of my hands, as they splattered onto the floor of the tent. Outraged, he paced the confines of our tent, cursing in his native tongue, as I sit and observe him, my gaze cold and calculated.

"Siti mwenyewe na kuwa na utulivu," I state calmly, as I bend to pick up the bowl and the salvage the rest of its comments. His eyes flash violently, as they take in my defiant stance, recognizing that this is one battle he will not win, and comes to be seated, while I finish my work. We sit in relative silence, the only sound being the ominous thrum of the drums, and various warriors shuffling about the village in preparation. I finish, then move to the other side of the tent, preparing my bow and filling my quiver with my arrows, praying to the gods for strength and the safety of my people, feeling his heated gaze on my back, following my every move, my temper flaring with every second that passes, turning suddenly, I erupt.

"Don't you understand? I would rather stand by your side and die, than to stay back and live another hundreds of years without you! I will fight for this tribe, and I will fight for you, so don't ask me to stay back, because I won't, the same thing won't happen twice, I have already lost so much! I have lost everything to these creatures! I refuse to sit back and lose you!" I said meeting his penetrating gaze, and standing tall, like the warrior I am. He sighed, gazing into my eyes for what seemed like an eternity, then roughly grabbed my face, bringing his lips to mine in an unyielding, and searing kiss, that left my chest heaving and lips swollen, pulling back, ominously, "This time must be different."

Present Day

I woke up with my chest heaving, covered in sweat, to Alec's worried gaze.

"Did you have another vision Naomi?" he asked worriedly, brushing back one of my wild curls with his cold hand, as I looked away and forced myself not to shudder in revulsion at his touch.

"I don't, I don't know," I stuttered nervously, "It felt so real, like one of my visions, but, it wasn't the future, it was the past, and it was of me… I don't think it was a vision, it must have just been a very vivid dream, because I can't have visions of the past, can I?" I looked up at him worriedly, and expectantly, chewing my bottom lip. His eyes flashed menacingly, terrifying me, and once again reminding me of his true nature, sending me backtracking.

"Alec, it's okay, I honestly think it was just a very vivid dream, honestly, you can go hunting, and there's no need to tell Aro, and have him excited for something that isn't happening, I honestly don't think my powers have expanded any." I hurriedly explain to him, as he eyes me suspiciously, not completely believing me, but he stands anyway, kissing my forehead, then bounding out of my window without a sound. I nervously let out a breath I didn't know I was holding, and collapsed back on my bed, praying to the gods that I can find a way out of this situation.