So, new story! Yay! I hope you enjoy this one, I'm trying something a little bit new! Let me know if you like it!
It was happening. The war she had dreamed of for many nights. Hope looked out of the window of her small wooden house and watched the rough and choppy waters of one of the many oceans of Gallifrey. A few old looking Daleks littered the skies above the sea. They sky was a ferocious looking dark blue and stormy grey. Even though it was nine in the morning, Hope was wide awake, alert and ready to move. She ran across the hardwood floor to a dresser. She opened all the drawers, slamming them closed until she found a vortex manipulator that she had acquired on a school trip as a child. She strapped it on her wrist and opened another drawer with some Earth money that she shoved in the back pockets of her jeans. She put on the gold heart shaped locket her mother gave her as a child before her final regeneration and the watch her father used to wear before he was held hostage by Daleks, and she hated to think that they might have killed him. Even though her hearts were pounding in her chest, she looked down at the vortex manipulator and then out the window. She took a moment to look out the window, sitting on the ledge, looking at the drops of pounding rain streaming downlike fresh watet tears. She the thought of the only person who was ever there in her life after her parents died, the Doctor. Her best friend. Thinking about whether or not he was currently safe made her two hearts thump even harder. She was so lucky to have him. His curiousity, his sense of humor, his unending fascination with Earth. That was why she chose Earth. If the Doctor made it out of this war with the Daleks, he would go to Earth, of course. And maybe, there would be just a sliver of hope of seeing his brilliant face again. She looked back down at her wrist and then noticed a formation of seven Daleks flying towards her house. She looked at the vortex manipulator, entered cordinates, and braced herself. It was time to escape war.