So, I got this idea after watching two of my favorite anime. Claymore and Fate/Zero. We're never given who voices Diana, but, the English version of Claymore has a character that sounds eerily like Diana. So, here is my assumption that they are done by the same person.

*Please note, the following story contains major spoilers for both Claymore and Fate/Zero*

Now, the idea is this. In Claymore, the character who (at least in my own head) is voiced by Diana's actress is killed. This character is now reborn in Diana. There are a lot of similarities between the character, Teresa of the Faint Smile, and Diana. One: both have the pale hair and silver eyes (Claymores are famous for their silver eyes), Two: both are being hunted for something they had done. And Three: both have some...'close'...relationships with a red-haired female type (Clare for Teresa and of course, Leona with Diana).

This has nothing to do with We Are Warriors. This is just a fun exercise for me because I can't sleep at the moment.

Chapter 1

The Silver-Eyed Moon

What trembled before her was no longer a Claymore. It was a monster. How sad…this young fighter, the new Number 2…she had fought with a ferocity and honor that Teresa hadn't seen in a very, very long time. And to think…this child had nearly beaten her. Teresa's golden eyes watched with pity as Priscilla hugged her arms. She could see Ilena, Sophia and Noel a few paces away, watching in horror and awe. She could see the little red-head Clare…the darling child that she had taken under her wing, watching in terror.

"I…can't go back…" Priscilla whimpered, her body shaking in pain as her golden eyes blazed between lucidity and madness, "Help me…please! You have to! I don't…I don't wanna live like this!"

She was just a child. What was the organization thinking letting her go do this!? This couldn't have been later than her fifth mission. Surely they would have trained her better before sending her out on an assassination attempt…

"Too late," Teresa heard Ilena murmur, "The Yoma side is all that's left of her,"

"Please…" Priscilla begged.

Teresa's golden eyes flickered, returning back to the cool, intense silver irises that was a trademark for Claymores. She closed her eyes, taking a steadying breath as she made her own monstrous side go back in its cage. She reopened them, ignoring the blood that flowed into her right eye from the gash on her eyebrow.

"I'm sorry," she said gently, "It is no longer within my power to help you,"

Just a child…but the only way Teresa could help the poor girl, well…every Claymore here was wanting to take Teresa's head. The only way to help Priscilla, was to return the favor.

"The best I can give you, is a swift beheading before you are completely taken over by your Yoma side," Teresa explained.

The terror and yet, understanding, in the wide golden eyes was heartbreaking. Teresa heard Clare's gasp and the Number One warrior's gaze flicked to the young human girl. Clare's wide green eyes were swimming with tears. The poor girl had seen so much death…sadly it would not end with the deaths of those bandits that had tried to have their way with her.

Priscilla lowered her head, shakily, bearing her neck for a swift death. Her short blonde hair stuck out in every direction, like the feathers of a young bird that had been spooked.

"Then please…take my head," came the soft whisper, "Kill me, while my heart is still human,"

Teresa gave a faint smile, but there was no joy in it…only pain and sorrow.

"So be it," she stated, reaffirming her grip on her blade, its familiar weight seeming even heavier now, "I will make sure you do not suffer,"

She took the step forwards…only for her instincts screamed at her. Something was wrong. Something was very wrong!

Pain erupted in her wrists and she heard the harsh clanging of metal upon stone…as well as Clare's horrified scream. Teresa stared, dumbfounded at where her hands used to be…at the bloodied stumps that ended abruptly at her wrists. The elder Claymore's silver eyes widened in astonishment as Priscilla leapt to her feet and swung her sword. Pain shot through Teresa's neck and the sensation of flying took her.

"Te…re…sa?" came Clare's disbelieving whimper.

"Oh Clare…I'm so sorry…" were the last thoughts that ran through Teresa's mind as everything went dark.

Diana jerked awake, hands at her throat to make sure her head was still attached to her body. It was, thank the Moon.

The Scorn of the Moon sighed, tossing away the blanket and detangling herself from the bedroll she had tried to sleep in. Nightmares…again. Serves her right for trying to sleep like a normal person…

She sat on the ground before the campfire with her blade planted in the ground behind her. She always found it more comfortable to sleep that way rather than on the bedroll. Once again, that dream haunted her, the golden-eyed monster, the little girl, the three silver-eyed women in the background. It always ended the same…no matter how much she tried to change it. She always ended up with her head chopped off, lolling next to the little girl's feet.

The Scorn of the Moon blew a strand of her white hair out of her silver eyes as her runed forehead glowed. Funnily enough, she'd just escaped that fate a few weeks ago. When the Solari elders tried to execute her. Like the woman in Diana's dream…she was on the run from escaping her execution. Like the woman, she was sentenced to death after doing something that was 'technically' wrong…but for the right reasons, Diana went into a restricted Lunari temple…the woman killed a bunch of bandits threatening to rape the little girl and herself. Unlike the woman, Diana didn't have anyone. No little girl, no fellows…and Diana was alive.

"Perhaps having that little girl with you made you soft," she thought, "Bet you were a formidable warrior on your own before her,"

She gave a wry smile.

"Ah, what's it matter…you're not real. And even if you were…"

She closed her eyes and leaned her head against the hilt of her sword.

"You're dead,"

"No, silly! You're doing it wrong!" a female voice called.

Diana opened an eye and unconsciously reached back to grasp the hilt of her blade. There was no one around…but that didn't mean she was alone. The Scorn of the Moon quietly got up and removed her blade from the ground, quietly sneaking towards the source of the voice.

"Oh, really?" a male voice snorted, "And how would you suggest I do it?"

"Like this, Pantheon!" the female voice chuckled.

Diana peered from behind a tree and saw a couple by the riverbank. One was a dark-haired man with golden eyes that watched in amusement as his companion tried to spear a fish.

"Rakkoran, that's for sure," Diana thought, looking at the rugged features common with the Rakkor men.

His companion also had the same golden eyes that normally revealed Rakkor heritage…but her hair was long and a deep, brilliant scarlet color.

"I know what your new name is! It's Clare,"

Diana shook her head, casting the dream fragments away. This girl looked like Clare from her dream…save the eyes. Clare's were a cool green color that rivaled the spring leaves. This woman's were a burning gold that looked as if they were miniature suns.

"Leona, I am quite sure you are going to get yourself hurt," the man, Pantheon deadpanned.

"Oh, Pantheon, hush!" the woman, Leona, chastised, "I can do this…watch!"

"And which one of us is the spearman?"

The red-head stuck her tongue out at her companion.

"Now is that a way for a League Champion to act?" Pantheon teased.

Leona glared at him and hurled the spear into the river, sending up a spray of crystal water.

"HA! I GOT IT!" she crowed, bounding over to where the spear stood in the river, "I GOT…"

She trailed off as she removed the spear…with a clump of moss on it.

"Very well done, you have speared the fearsome 'moss'," Pantheon grinned, "A most fearsome creature,"

Leona plucked the moss off of the spear and threw it at her friend, hitting him smack in the face.

"I never said I was a fisherwoman," Leona huffed, "I'm a warrior, just like you,"

"Hm, aye, I agree," Pantheon nodded, "But, whereas I am the fighter…"

He leaned down and grabbed something gold and scarlet, tossing it at Leona, who caught it with unnatural ease.

"You are the defender," he finished.

"Right you are," Leona nodded.

Diana's blood ran cold as she saw what Leona had. It was a shield…a gold and scarlet shield with a sixteen point sun emblazoned on the top of it.

Leona, this happy young woman, was the Chosen of the Sun. The one, or rather the descendant of the one, who killed the first Chosen of the Moon. But Diana couldn't shake the feeling…

Something wasn't quite right about Leona. There was something about her, something that had a more deadly feel behind those 'innocent' golden eyes.

Let's just say...Diana's not the only one who was reborn from someone who died! Next we see what Leo's got hidden in her soul. This will be just two chapters, I'm not making a full out story mainly because I don't know where I'd go with it :P

Anyway, hope you liked it. If you did, please let me know!

Qui vállë tóquetë, ván tecë (If no review comes from y'all; no story comes from me)

Máriessë ar mára tecië

Farewell and fair writing

Elhini Prime signing off.