In a field on a mountain, with targets at one end and one archer at the other, stood a girl. She was holding a metallic red bow, which was pulled taut, the long arrow quivering to be let go. Slung low over her hip was a matching red quiver, filled with arrows yet to be fired. Her face was fierce with pure concentration, eyes narrowed at the target, child held up high and proud.

This girl's name was Diana Kate Rinkin, eighteen and an archery prodigy. She stood at a lilting height and though her frame was slim, she was all powerful muscle and tones limbs. Her dark brown hair, rippling halfway down her back, was held in a simple braid, only the end betraying its curly nature. Her skin was dark olive, the same shade as a toffee, and her eyes were a stunning hazel, green on the outside and fading to amber on the inside.

At the moment, she was practicing for the qualifiers of a major archery competition. If she qualified, it meat that she would be competing against the best archers in the country. Heck, it would mean that she was one of the best archers in the country. The thought of it sent an excited, but nervous, shiver rocketing down her spine. All of these years of practice could have been leading up to this moment. Or they could be leading up to nothing. It was up to her if they were going to lead up to something. This could be her big break, if she shot well enough. And she was going to.

There was no other option.

Diana was alone in the field, which was at the base of an extinct volcano. She concentrated far better when there were no people chattering around her. The only sounds were the occasional bleating of the many sheep in the next paddock and the rustle of a playful breeze weaving through the branches of the old oak trees. That, and her own breathing.

Flexing her fingers on the riser, Diana took a deep breath, lined the trembling arrow up with the target and let it fly. Just as she let it go, a whirring noise echoed around the field. Along with it, a rectangular blue box began to phase into existence, right in the path of her arrow, before groaning and disappearing again. It gave her such a fright that she missed the target completely. Instead, the arrow whizzed through the frigid air and landed in the trunk of an oak tree with a very audible, 'thunk.'

Diana's eyebrows furrowed. "What on Earth?" She walked forward, cautiously sweeping her hands through the air where the strange lights had appeared. Because of events in her past, strange happenings didn't scare her, though they did puzzle her. This time, there was nothing there. She must have been hallucinating. Perhaps it was her brain being so focussed on one thing. It had happened before.

Putting it behind her, she pulled her arrow out of the tree with a considerable effort. It was lodged surprisingly deep into the trunk. She carefully ran her hand over it, checking for splits. Luckily, there were none, so she returned it to the quiver and strode back to the firing line. She couldn't afford to shoot like that in the qualifiers.

She couldn't afford to shoot like that at all.

Diana raised her bow again, nocking an arrow. As she pulled it back, a small wind began picking up around her feet, swirling the brightly coloured autumn leaves around her ankles. Shaking her head, Diana aimed the arrow and fired, just as a blue box materialised around her. It seemed that she wasn't hallucinating, after all.

The arrow zoomed forward and hit not the target, like she was intending, but a strange glass tube with odd plastic pipes, glowing turquoise, running through it, into the ceiling and down into the floor.

The second the arrow smashed into the tube, whatever strange alien box she was in (for there was no other explanation, it had to be alien) violently lurched sideways. Her bow skittered out of her hand and got caughts on a railing, while Diana careened into who very shocked people. An incredibly urgent sounding alarm began blaring, so loud that if she weren't trying to grasp onto a metal railing for dear life she would have reached up to cover her ears.

One of the people she crashed into, a tall, skinny man with spiky hair and fantastic sideburns, clawed his way up towards what had to be the console of the strange box. The other person, a woman with flaming hair and quite the nose, was shrieking at him extremely loudly. She reminded Diana of a hyperactive parrot. She couldn't hear what the woman was yellowing, nor what the man was yelling back, due to the howling wind that suddenly picked up and threatened to pry her off the railing.

With a loud yell, the man reached a lever and cranked it downwards. Immediately (and thankfully) the box righted itself. Diana unceremoniously crumpled to the floor, grunting as her quiver dug into her hip. Her breath was coming in short, ragged gasps. What on Earth was going on? This was strange even by her standards, and she'd experienced strange.

Diana stood, her arrows clattering to the floor out of her very crooked quiver. She quickly knelt down, gathering them up and smartly putting them back where they belonged. Then, straightening her thick jacket, she turned to the man, who was patting the console lovingly, like it was some sort of...cat.

"What is going on here?" she demanded. "And where am I?" She wasn't usually so confrontational, preferring to stay silent and observe the happenings around her. This, however, was the opposite of usual. She also had vital archery practice to get back to.

The man wheeled around, eyes wide, as if he was only now realising that Diana was standing there. He eyes her, before focusing on the arrows poking out of her quiver. In an instant, his face went from curious to thunderous.

"You!" He marched towards her. "You shot my TARDIS!" He pointed to the arrow sticking out of what was apparently a TARDIS. "Are you some sort of assassin? A scout? Who are you working for?" Diana glared at the man. His claims were, quite simply, preposterous. If anything, it was his fault. He materialised the box around her while she was shooting. He should have known better.

"Excuse me?" She marched towards him, until they were standing nose to nose. She didn't let his tall figure intimidate her. She was quite tall herself. " Why would you think that? If you weren't so bad at piloting your TARDIS, this wouldn't have happened. You should have landed beside me, if you wanted to see me."

The man scoffed. "What makes me think I would want to see you?"

The mane of ginger hair on the other side of the console room grumbled, then hauled herself to her feet. It put a halt to the rapidly starting argument between Diana and the rude accusatory matchstick, who she didn't really like at the middle aged woman flopped back into the raggedy seats leaning against the rusty railing, in desperate need of new upholstery. The entire place looked tired and messy, like an old shed that needed clearing out.

"Stop squabbling," she groaned, clutching her head. "It's hurting my brain." She gave the man a fierce, but very fond, glare. "And you, Mister, stop blaming this poor girl for something that is barely her fault."

"Thank you!"

"You put the TARDIS around her, Doctor. It's not like she just appeared in here."

"I like you, whoever you are," huffed Diana, ignoring the man's noises of protest. She plucked her bow off the railing and slung it over her shoulders, the string pressing into her chest. This man, apparently called the Doctor, was driving her up the wall. And she'd only been talking to him for less than two minutes. Add in the fact that she'd seen far stranger things than a box materialising around her, and it was time for her to leave. She didn't need to know what a TARDIS was, or who the people were. She strode over to the door and reached for the handle.

"Oh, no, no, no, no. You don't want to do that. You really don't want to do that."

"Why?" asked Diana, taking comfort in the familiar weight of her quiver. Oh, that was a thought. Her arrow was still lodged in the glass tube. She wasn't about to leave those things behind; they were expensive.

"If I told you, you wouldn't believe me," the Doctor said. Diana rolled her eyes. There were many things she would believe.

"Try me, mate." She yanked the arrow out of the glass tube, depositing it back in her quiver. A great gust of air whooshed out, with a slight golden tinge, hitting Diana right in the face. It tingled for a second, making her want to sneeze, before fading away.

"When you hit the time rotor, it destabilised everything. Now, we're on an alien planet. Trust me, you really don't want your first steps on an alien planet to be your last."

Diana smirked at the Doctor. "Well, luckily, these won't be my first steps on an alien planet, then."

"What?"

Hello. This is the result of a story that my sister wanted me to write for her, involving the tenth doctor, who is one of her favourites. The 'Diana' character is highly based upon her, but the name is not the same. It's just a small story that I have written for her, and should be posting daily updates on here for it, as they're already written and only need to be transcribed from paper.

I hope you enjoyed the start of it.

Sincerely,
Mariadoria