I am the Doctor. Born Gallifrey. My age you ask? I dunno, I lose track. Twelve hundred and something I think, unless I'm lying. I can't remember if I'm lying about my age - that's how old I am.
I have had many faces, many lives.
I have a memory. A memory like no other. Every second of the day new memories appear. Memories, that before they appear, I could not even dream of fulfilling.
But I am the Doctor. Every memory I gain means I have done well. Done some good in this world and many others. I have lived. And i will die.
The thing is, even as I am dead, my memory will keep growing. The past, the future, the present. A game in my hand. A game in my mind. A game I try. A game I win.
I will loose one day. One fateful day.
Trenzalore. Hm... we need a new destination because I dont want to go. I know one day I will die. I am almost out of lives. Almost out of faces. But I will never be out of memories.
Clever boy. Me, the clever boy, with my timey wimey, my dickie bow, my scarf, my sand shoes and me. My fire.
'Great men are forged in fire. It is the privilige of lesser men to light the flame. Whatever the cost'.
The only problem is... is how can I live with being great and lesser? Forging and being forged? Causing the consequence and also living with the cost.
When I find Gallifrey. All will be over.
When I find the one thing that means the most to me.
In my hearts. I will be at peace.
This is my first ever fanfic... I don't know whether it's any good :P please tell me if you want me to add chapters... or just leave it as it is :P I might do separate stories, leaving this just as a prologue to all of them... I'm not sure ... Please please review!