Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who, any of the characters or storylines from the show, books, cartoon, etc. I don't even own the first seven words of this drabble. They were written by the brilliant Paul Cornell.
A/N: Sometimes it's strange how things work out when you put your fingers to a keyboard. This is my first attempt at writing anything related to Doctor Who. And, it's only my second drabble. So, I'd really appreciate knowing what you think. Constructive criticism is welcome. (No. Really. It is!)
Echoes
He's like fire and ice and rage…
He feared those words would echo for eternity. Forward and backward in time, he would hear them for all of his days. A faint whisper to chase away wistful dreams of a companion's laughter and bring forth the haunting memories of his life's legacy. Loss. War. Death. Dark times best left behind would, instead, remain crisp and clear. The worst were the remembrances where he had caused the carnage and destruction. Too many were those memories…and all so horrible as never to be forgotten. That is the true curse of this Time Lord.