1A/N: This is the beginning of a story I started after watching the last three episodes of Season 3 of Doctor Who. I do not own Doctor Who, or the characters in it. This is for entertainment purposes only!
Jane
Somewhere in the Southwest...
Jane sat in a cave, hollowed out by water millions of years ago in the mesa desert.
Stupid right of age quest, she thought to herself as she hunched over, trying to keep warm. She had
a fire going, but in spite of it she felt cold. The wind blew into the cave, chilling Jane's body. The
fire sent sparks Jane's way and she decided to have her back to the cave opening, blocking the fire
from the fierce wind. The wind howled in Jane's ear, and she shivered at its message. Wrapping
the blanket her grandmother woven for her around herself, she fell asleep, and as her eyes closed, she
heard the screech of an owl, changing into a voice...
"Exterminate!" Flashes of green lights flashing in the fading orange sky, shooting past
her. She turned around to the sounds of the screams of those dying behind her. She saw men, women,
boys, and girls, humans and aliens alike, falling dully to the ground, dead. "Fire!" she heard the command
behind her. She turned back around and saw a man with dark hair, with a stocky build, in his early forties,
firing his weapon at the sky with the others, at the enemy flying towards them, firing back. Both sides had
heavy casualties, but the enemy outnumbered them. Jane found herself firing with the others, feeling hatred
and anger. She shot down the enemy, one by one, watching them fall from the sky. Without asking, she
knew that the enemy were called the Daleks, and they were fighting in a war against them. The Daleks'
purpose was to hate and to destroy, and now they were there to destroy this world. Jane glared at them
with hatred and righteous fury. She fired into the sky, over and over, and the Daleks shot back, killing
more of her colleagues. She was about to fire again, when a green beam hit her. She screamed, and
fell to the ground...
Or so she thought. She stood there, in her Navajo ceremonial garb, over a body--
her body. She looked up, and saw the Daleks still in the sky, coming closer, ever so closer. She knelt
down, tried to pick up her weapon, but her hands passed through it. She tried again. Nothing. She tried
to touch the body next to her--same result. Just as she was puzzling over this, she heard the sounds of
hooves, of horses running. She looked up, and saw a huge herd of horses stampeding towards them in
the sky, running from a storm. It was catching up to them, and Jane felt menace and rage from that storm.
The storm reached the fringes of the herd, touching the hind part of the herd, and each horse it touched turned to dust. As the horses and the storm came closer, the pounding of hooves sounded more like drums, booming in her ears. Stunned, Jane couldn't help but watch. Her eyes couldn't leave the horses, and the storm following them. Slowly, the storm enveloped all of the horses, and reached Jane. It took her in as well. Jane gasped as it engulfed her, as if swallowing her whole. She tried to make her way through it, but it looked like smoke. Jane breathed in dust, and she tried to cough it out. Everything was turning to dust. Whatever the storm was touching, turned to dust. She saw shapes of the horses, just bursting into dust, giving out one last whinny before expiring. The last neigh echoed in the following silence. Jane was finally alone.
She walked, with no particular direction in mind. She wanted out. She had enough. She wanted to be home in her bed, cozy and warm. She didn't want to be here. As she walked, she saw an outline of a man a few metres away. She tried to look at him, but the smoke obscured her vision. "I couldn't save them," she called out to the man. She felt tears stinging her eyes, sadness replacing her fear and anger. Jane blinked, trying to see the man clearly, but as she strained, her body began fading away, making her gasp. "Help!" she called out to the man, but the man merely stood there, and called out to her, "Remember, Jane Wise Horse! Remember what happened here! Remember the wisdom within you!"
Jane woke up with a gasp. She saw that her fire died overnight. She looked around, and saw her
meager camping gear have been strewn about the cave by the storm the night before. Hastily, she
gathered her things, put them back in her backpack, and climbed out of the cave, back to her house. She
felt glad that she can tell her elders that she can be called Jane Wise Horse. She passed her rite of passage, and that made her proud. But, the dream still haunted her. I'm gonna go write it down, she thought to herself, so I won't forget. She started running back to her house, determined to remember it all.
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So, thoughts? Comments?