Deianira stared at the town sign in anticipation. This was it, she was finally where she was meant to be. Taking a deep breath, she stepped over the town line, feeling the protective spell shatter as she stepped through. Power surged through her as she entered, greater than she'd ever known. A flick of the wrist created a new protection spell, ten times stronger than the last.

She marched up the road, the buildings of the town looming in the distance. She felt her inner beast stir, aching to run and mark the territory as hers, but she refrained from transforming. She wasn't sure how the town would take to a large Siberian tiger running through town, not to mention a dragon. The streetlights glittered on her hair, turning the red to fire and the black to ink. She smirked as she observed the town.

It was a quiet place, smaller than she had imagined. She allowed her magic to lead her as she wandered around, until she found herself standing in front of a tiny restaurant called 'Granny's'. There was a solitary light shining from the inside, but her magic pulled her toward the door. Three women were inside, and she felt drawn to a tall blonde, the older woman's magic beckoning her. Ignoring the pull, she observed for a few minutes, drinking them in.

There they were, Cruella de Vil, Ursula, and Maleficent, three of her favorite villains as a child. They were incredibly different from their Disney counterparts; younger for one thing, less menacing for another. These were the women her mother had taught her about. They were drinking, had been for a while if the bottles and shot glasses littered everywhere was any indication. She grinned. She so loved a challenge.

She entered the diner with no fear. After all, she was so much more powerful than all three combined. They looked up as the bell sounded. She allowed them their once-over. She knew she didn't look like much, just a typical teenage girl. Well, typical might not be the correct word.

Dressed in tight black skinny jeans, black heeled boots, a black tank top and a black leather jacket she looked every inch the stereotypical goth. Then there was her hair, jet black and streaked with blood red. Her make up was equally dark themed, red lipstick with black winged eyeliner and dark gray eyeshadow. She knew she looked good, definitely not seventeen.

The blonde stepped forward first, as she had anticipated.

"Who are you?" she growled, distrust and murder evident in her eyes.

"Deianira," she said, unfazed.

"Unusual name," Maleficent said, stepping closer.

"It means destruction, or destroyer," she replied flippantly, bored of small talk.

"Interesting," the sorceress said, her mind going back to an old prophecy. "Do you know who we are?"

"The Queens of Darkness. A pleasure."

"I wish I could say likewise. People who know of us usually aren't so at ease in our presence. Tell me, what do you want? Because if you're allied with those heroes," her hand lit with fire, "then prepare to burn."

"Your fire won't affect me," Deianira scoffed. "I am a sorceress like you, like the Evil Queen. I came to join your cause."

"Have you? Well, how do we know we can trust you?"

The girl nodded at the fireball.

"Hit me with that. If I burn I'm lying, as I said it wouldn't hurt me. If I'm unharmed I'm telling the truth and we have a civil conversation free of magic."

"As you wish," Maleficent said with a smirk.

She so loved roasting idiots. She threw the hottest fireball she could conjure, made from pure dragon fire. The flames struck the girl in the chest and her smirk grew as she waited for the screaming to begin. But when the child simply absorbed the flames with no pain or effort, it slipped off her face. She heard the other two women gasp.

"Who are you really?" she asked, on edge though she was determined not to show it.

"There was a prophecy told eons ago of a child born of many mothers and a father whose fate could not be decided by the author. Have you heard it?"

"Of course, everyone has heard it. In the Enchanted Forest each child was closely monitored until it could be determined if they were the prophecized child."

"What if I told you I knew of this child?"

The blonde drew back, shock painting her features.

"Impossible," Cruella called from the back, "no one knows this child. The prophecy is a myth, a lie told to keep children in line."

Deianira peered around the awestruck blonde to lock gazes with the bi-colored woman. She grinned, though it was more predatory than friendly.

"I'm afraid I have to disagree with you on that one. I happen to know the child quite well. She and I have been together for years now."

"So the child is female?" Maleficent asked, once more drawing attention to herself.

"'A child will be born of several mothers and a single father.' You didn't think that was the whole prophecy did you? I expected more from you three. 'The powers of darkness and light will battle within her until she is forced to choose a side. The darkness will have the greatest advantage as four of the mothers will be declared villains, while the fifth will be such a gleaming example of heroics that the lightness will not lag far behind. Her powers shall be great, stronger than the most powerful witches and sorceresses combined. She will either bear the name of savior, or destroyer.'"

She watched with satisfaction as Maleficent's eyes widened.

"Are you trying to tell me that you're..." she trailed her question, too stunned to continue.

"The prophecized child who will either bend the realms to her will or unite them all? Yes, I am."