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The_Tenth_Doctor has a minion!
the Timefly
the Timefly
The_Tenth_Doctor
Legacy Name: The_Tenth_Doctor
The
Reborn CadogreOwner: Apocynthion
Age: 15 years, 5 months, 1 day
Born: October 17th, 2010
Adopted: 15 years, 5 months, 1 day ago
Adopted: October 17th, 2010
Statistics
- Level: 1
- Strength: 13
- Defense: 14
- Speed: 10
- Health: 17
- HP: 17/17
- Intelligence: 0
- Books Read: 0
- Food Eaten: 24
- Job: Unemployed
[Chapter One]
~Gallifrey~
Traveling out among the stars, the shadows of the universe, reaching out for anything... anyone to save me. Just to save me....
I'm a traveler from long ago. Someone who was destined for so many things, and yet not all of them are good. It never used to be like this. The anger, the hatred... the wars and eventually the ashes of our race. Burned to the ground for the gain of another. And yet they were defeated after so long, yet the memories still haunt me as though it were yesterday.
Some of you might have heard of me, others might not even care.
Yet I still travel, saving lives when I can, protecting whatever might be left of others.
It used to be better than this. Before they came and took everything in sight. Away from the others... away from me. I took what I could and ran... never looking back. Some said I never looked back out of shame. Others said it was nothing more than fear.
And I never gave a reason. I never planned to. Who would be willing to listen to some madman babble about something which never really mattered to them in the end anyway. Telling people wouldn't change their minds, it wouldn't make them care any more or any less.
If I may, let me tell you a small bit about what I've lost.
___________________________________________
Imagine a world much like your own. With hills and streams, mountains and skies unlike any shade of color you could possibly imagine. The hills would shine when the sun would set, the world was beautiful and peaceful. This is where I spent my childhood, much like any other of my kind. We had our own set ways, some of which you wouldn't agree with, nor would I expect you to.
However, this was a wonderful world. We had been told to never interfere with those of other worlds or time lines and yet when we were forced into war, we had no choice.
And when they came...
I had no choice.
The world I had come to call home, my only home was now burning before my eyes, everything was shattered... those who I had known for so long were lost in the blink of an eye. And without a moment's notice, it was gone before I had time to think or even try to react.
The first cry rang out and then our world cried in unison. We all felt the same pain of losing another, and yet we couldn't do anything about it. I couldn't do anything about it, no matter what I tried.
From that moment on, I swore to keep away from violence. To stop those willing to use such lethal forces for no reason. Because no good could ever come from killing... Of course, try telling that to the Daleks.
This planet was special to me for so many reasons, so many of them I couldn't even begin to tell you.
This was Gallifrey.
My childhood...
My home.
___________________________________________
The man looks away, emotionless except for his dark eyes. Flashes of sorrow and pain fill every corner. There are no tears, for there is no time left for them.
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[Chapter Two]
~Garden of Roses~
In the shadows of what I've lost, a small melody plays in the distance. A far away memory that's honestly better left in the back of my mind. There is nothing more but the remains of what I still am. Despite looking fine and saying that I'm fine... It really doesn't change what's going on underneath.
The mental torture that never stops... Honestly, I'm not sure what's worse. Knowing what I do and trying to cope, or knowing everything I do and realizing that it just won't end.
Sure, I had gotten a tiny bit of hope from someone who had told me I wasn't the last of my kind. Of course, that changed when said person gave away his life for nothing... In the end, he had the last word. And while he said nothing, the silence stung more than the words ever could have.
And so here I was, lost yet again without anyone there to help. Not saying I would've asked for the help even though I knew I needed it... much like I need it now.
___________________________________________
The man looks to the corner of the TARDIS, glancing at a photograph that seems somewhat faded. Despite your best efforts to see the photo, the image is slightly blurred, yet there's someone obviously there. He seems lost in thought and without the right words to say.
He finally looks back to you, sighing for a second before continuing with his conversation.
___________________________________________
That photograph... that's someone who I wish I could meet again. First one to travel with me in such a long time. She used to always love going to such far away places.... Until that all caught up with us. I'd tried everything I could, and yet so many people were lost. Including her. I knew there was nothing I could do to go back and fix it. Of course, what was there to fix? The world had already forgotten the horrors that had walked the earth until I saved them. And they went back to living.
Me on the other hand?
I could deal with one broken heart. Not two...
Lovely girl. I'm sure she would've loved to have met you. She was one of my dearest friends. I had to say goodbye to her not once, but twice. Yet that's a story for another time, I think. Needless to say, she was fantastic. And at least I could stay with her before I left... Well, the other me. I gave her the life she wanted, and yet I still had to go back. Even now, I wonder if she ever thinks of me, or if she's just happy how she is....
Regardless though, it never has been the same since she left...
___________________________________________
You can't help but notice the faint smell of roses from inside the TARDIS....
You start to raise your hand to ask him where it happens to be coming from, but his back is facing you and you can't quite find the words to say. And then you start to wonder if there were even any words at all that could comfort him.___________________________________________
[Chapter Three]
~Reflections of a Past Life~
I'm sure you'd love to know more about me. Especially after what I've told you so far. What was my life like, you ask? After the Time War and even after losing Rose? I'm not sure there's really anything else to say, but I'll see what I can remember.
I remember the latest regeneration for me. It was quite difficult, since Rose was watching. And didn't quite understand until it was a bit too late to do anything. Oh, you should've seen it. The way everything glowed right before hand.... oh, not the regeneration. I'm talking about the Time Vortex. Stuff that myths are made out of. But in this case, isn't fiction.
Rose had been brave enough to look right into it, to harness the power of my TARDIS... All to save Earth. And me... I never fully did thank her for that, but I did call her fantastic. Which she was, and still is....
It's quite something, to be one person one moment and someone else the next. I had to save her. I couldn't watch her die.
You know, I still remember being him.... It's kind of like a dream sometimes. Where in this dream, you're someone totally new. And yet so familiar at the same time. Such an odd feeling, don't you think?
For a moment though, we were on the exact same page. We both saw the same things, even if was just for a second. And it was... sad, in a small way. She could never handle being a Time Lord. Well, Time Lady in her case.
The look in her eyes was enough to make me rush over and try to stop the pain, to take back what she had borrowed from the TARDIS. Very few have ever looked into the heart of it and lived. Rose was one of them. Such a fighter, she was. To save everything... Quite a sacrifice.
I wanted to hide it from her, to hopefully not change. When I took the Vortex into myself, I knew without a doubt as to what would happen. And I tried so hard to keep it from happening, but when every cell in your body dies and is regenerated at the same time, it kinda leads for a loss of concentration. At least I could tell her she was fantastic. And I would always think so.
One memory I still hold dear, after all of this time... The night we danced. Sure, it seems silly, but it was magical nonetheless.
We had just saved a good portion of London from being destroyed, reunited a mother with her child and all seemed right with the world. When we found ourselves back in the TARDIS, I had fixed it up so music could play inside. I twirled her around until our legs couldn't hold us up any longer, and we were out of breath completely.
And in this moment, I realized something that seemed so perfect at the time. Something so right and wonderful, it just jumped out of the moment and beckoned to be noticed.
Rose had me dancing.
Not a single care in the world.
Never thought it would've come to this....
___________________________________________
He looks around, noticing how dark and empty it looks. The TARDIS, being alive as it is, seems to get a little darker as the lights dim, clearly reflecting the sadness through the telepathic bond between it and the Doctor. He gently places his hand on the console, smiling a little bit.
And for the first time since you've come aboard, you realize just how sad it seems, and just as lonely as it happens to be.
He looks up at the main console, the smile of his fading with each passing second.
___________________________________________
You know it's just us now, don't you? ... And that's fine. We were always better off alone. Just the two of us... Easier to live that way, I think.....
___________________________________________
He sighs, running a hand through his hair. No clever words to make it okay, nothing witty or funny to say. Just silence sits in the room, watching over everything and keeping it quiet. He almost looks as though he'll say something, but turns away. The things he wishes he could say, and the things he knows that even if he does say, it won't change anything.
___________________________________________
I never really told her what had happened in the Time War. Why it turned out like it did, why I could never go back... It was pinned on never being able to. It was time locked for a reason. Sure, I was the one who did it.... And I could never look back. Even if I wanted to.
Or at least that's how it was supposed to go. Or maybe it was what I had told myself so long ago. I learned from my mistakes, sure. I tried so hard to fix them, but some things can't be fixed. And I've always tried to make sure everyone had a happy ending.
Even if I don't ever get one.
___________________________________________
~Gallifrey~
Traveling out among the stars, the shadows of the universe, reaching out for anything... anyone to save me. Just to save me....
I'm a traveler from long ago. Someone who was destined for so many things, and yet not all of them are good. It never used to be like this. The anger, the hatred... the wars and eventually the ashes of our race. Burned to the ground for the gain of another. And yet they were defeated after so long, yet the memories still haunt me as though it were yesterday.
Some of you might have heard of me, others might not even care.
Yet I still travel, saving lives when I can, protecting whatever might be left of others.
It used to be better than this. Before they came and took everything in sight. Away from the others... away from me. I took what I could and ran... never looking back. Some said I never looked back out of shame. Others said it was nothing more than fear.
And I never gave a reason. I never planned to. Who would be willing to listen to some madman babble about something which never really mattered to them in the end anyway. Telling people wouldn't change their minds, it wouldn't make them care any more or any less.
If I may, let me tell you a small bit about what I've lost.
___________________________________________
Imagine a world much like your own. With hills and streams, mountains and skies unlike any shade of color you could possibly imagine. The hills would shine when the sun would set, the world was beautiful and peaceful. This is where I spent my childhood, much like any other of my kind. We had our own set ways, some of which you wouldn't agree with, nor would I expect you to.
However, this was a wonderful world. We had been told to never interfere with those of other worlds or time lines and yet when we were forced into war, we had no choice.
And when they came...
I had no choice.
The world I had come to call home, my only home was now burning before my eyes, everything was shattered... those who I had known for so long were lost in the blink of an eye. And without a moment's notice, it was gone before I had time to think or even try to react.
The first cry rang out and then our world cried in unison. We all felt the same pain of losing another, and yet we couldn't do anything about it. I couldn't do anything about it, no matter what I tried.
From that moment on, I swore to keep away from violence. To stop those willing to use such lethal forces for no reason. Because no good could ever come from killing... Of course, try telling that to the Daleks.
This planet was special to me for so many reasons, so many of them I couldn't even begin to tell you.
This was Gallifrey.
My childhood...
My home.
___________________________________________
The man looks away, emotionless except for his dark eyes. Flashes of sorrow and pain fill every corner. There are no tears, for there is no time left for them.
___________________________________________
[Chapter Two]
~Garden of Roses~
In the shadows of what I've lost, a small melody plays in the distance. A far away memory that's honestly better left in the back of my mind. There is nothing more but the remains of what I still am. Despite looking fine and saying that I'm fine... It really doesn't change what's going on underneath.
The mental torture that never stops... Honestly, I'm not sure what's worse. Knowing what I do and trying to cope, or knowing everything I do and realizing that it just won't end.
Sure, I had gotten a tiny bit of hope from someone who had told me I wasn't the last of my kind. Of course, that changed when said person gave away his life for nothing... In the end, he had the last word. And while he said nothing, the silence stung more than the words ever could have.
And so here I was, lost yet again without anyone there to help. Not saying I would've asked for the help even though I knew I needed it... much like I need it now.
___________________________________________
The man looks to the corner of the TARDIS, glancing at a photograph that seems somewhat faded. Despite your best efforts to see the photo, the image is slightly blurred, yet there's someone obviously there. He seems lost in thought and without the right words to say.
He finally looks back to you, sighing for a second before continuing with his conversation.
___________________________________________
That photograph... that's someone who I wish I could meet again. First one to travel with me in such a long time. She used to always love going to such far away places.... Until that all caught up with us. I'd tried everything I could, and yet so many people were lost. Including her. I knew there was nothing I could do to go back and fix it. Of course, what was there to fix? The world had already forgotten the horrors that had walked the earth until I saved them. And they went back to living.
Me on the other hand?
I could deal with one broken heart. Not two...
Lovely girl. I'm sure she would've loved to have met you. She was one of my dearest friends. I had to say goodbye to her not once, but twice. Yet that's a story for another time, I think. Needless to say, she was fantastic. And at least I could stay with her before I left... Well, the other me. I gave her the life she wanted, and yet I still had to go back. Even now, I wonder if she ever thinks of me, or if she's just happy how she is....
Regardless though, it never has been the same since she left...
___________________________________________
You can't help but notice the faint smell of roses from inside the TARDIS....
You start to raise your hand to ask him where it happens to be coming from, but his back is facing you and you can't quite find the words to say. And then you start to wonder if there were even any words at all that could comfort him.___________________________________________
[Chapter Three]
~Reflections of a Past Life~
I'm sure you'd love to know more about me. Especially after what I've told you so far. What was my life like, you ask? After the Time War and even after losing Rose? I'm not sure there's really anything else to say, but I'll see what I can remember.
I remember the latest regeneration for me. It was quite difficult, since Rose was watching. And didn't quite understand until it was a bit too late to do anything. Oh, you should've seen it. The way everything glowed right before hand.... oh, not the regeneration. I'm talking about the Time Vortex. Stuff that myths are made out of. But in this case, isn't fiction.
Rose had been brave enough to look right into it, to harness the power of my TARDIS... All to save Earth. And me... I never fully did thank her for that, but I did call her fantastic. Which she was, and still is....
It's quite something, to be one person one moment and someone else the next. I had to save her. I couldn't watch her die.
You know, I still remember being him.... It's kind of like a dream sometimes. Where in this dream, you're someone totally new. And yet so familiar at the same time. Such an odd feeling, don't you think?
For a moment though, we were on the exact same page. We both saw the same things, even if was just for a second. And it was... sad, in a small way. She could never handle being a Time Lord. Well, Time Lady in her case.
The look in her eyes was enough to make me rush over and try to stop the pain, to take back what she had borrowed from the TARDIS. Very few have ever looked into the heart of it and lived. Rose was one of them. Such a fighter, she was. To save everything... Quite a sacrifice.
I wanted to hide it from her, to hopefully not change. When I took the Vortex into myself, I knew without a doubt as to what would happen. And I tried so hard to keep it from happening, but when every cell in your body dies and is regenerated at the same time, it kinda leads for a loss of concentration. At least I could tell her she was fantastic. And I would always think so.
One memory I still hold dear, after all of this time... The night we danced. Sure, it seems silly, but it was magical nonetheless.
We had just saved a good portion of London from being destroyed, reunited a mother with her child and all seemed right with the world. When we found ourselves back in the TARDIS, I had fixed it up so music could play inside. I twirled her around until our legs couldn't hold us up any longer, and we were out of breath completely.
And in this moment, I realized something that seemed so perfect at the time. Something so right and wonderful, it just jumped out of the moment and beckoned to be noticed.
Rose had me dancing.
Not a single care in the world.
Never thought it would've come to this....
___________________________________________
He looks around, noticing how dark and empty it looks. The TARDIS, being alive as it is, seems to get a little darker as the lights dim, clearly reflecting the sadness through the telepathic bond between it and the Doctor. He gently places his hand on the console, smiling a little bit.
And for the first time since you've come aboard, you realize just how sad it seems, and just as lonely as it happens to be.
He looks up at the main console, the smile of his fading with each passing second.
___________________________________________
You know it's just us now, don't you? ... And that's fine. We were always better off alone. Just the two of us... Easier to live that way, I think.....
___________________________________________
He sighs, running a hand through his hair. No clever words to make it okay, nothing witty or funny to say. Just silence sits in the room, watching over everything and keeping it quiet. He almost looks as though he'll say something, but turns away. The things he wishes he could say, and the things he knows that even if he does say, it won't change anything.
___________________________________________
I never really told her what had happened in the Time War. Why it turned out like it did, why I could never go back... It was pinned on never being able to. It was time locked for a reason. Sure, I was the one who did it.... And I could never look back. Even if I wanted to.
Or at least that's how it was supposed to go. Or maybe it was what I had told myself so long ago. I learned from my mistakes, sure. I tried so hard to fix them, but some things can't be fixed. And I've always tried to make sure everyone had a happy ending.
Even if I don't ever get one.
___________________________________________
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