Broken Hearts and Lost Souls
Chapter 1
One of the Lost Souls
By: Izzy
"Mother!" a fiery red headed woman yelled as she stormed through a large castle with marble tiles and pillars. The castle was all white with portraits of the royal family hanging on the walls. "Mother!" She had an angry look upon her face as she continued her search for her mother. "Mother! If you do not come and face me I will tare this place down piece by piece!" She found herself in the throne room where a elegant blond sat upon a throne.
"What have I told you, about storming through the castle screaming your head off?" the woman on the throne said.
"What is the meaning of this?!" the red head exclaimed.
"Crimson, I have told you to lower your voice," the woman on the throne said.
"Forgive me my Queen," Crimson said bitterly. "But why have you not sent troops to aid our allies in this war against the Daleks?"
"That is not a war," the queen said bitterly. "It's a slaughter."
"Not if we go help the Time Lords," Crimson urged. "We have to help!"
"No!" the queen said firmly. "My sisters and I, have spoken."
"But Mother!" Crimson tried again. "At least send me-" She stopped talking when the queen stood up and glared at Crimson.
"Crimson Rose Moon, I forbid you and any other Kiwaka from helping the Time Lords!" the queen bellowed. "Do I make myself perfectly clear?"
"Crystal," Crimson said sadly. She stormed out of the throne room and back to her own room. She flopped down on her bed and huffed. "Why can't I get her to see?"
"Perhaps you are going about it wrong?" a male voice said from behind her. She spun around to see a tall man with long dark red hair, he had wings and a long tail. He stood 8 foot tall and barely fit through the door. He had dark red skin but only wore a loincloth. The Queens had asked him to put more clothes on, but he was a rebel.
"Uncle Shadow!" she exclaimed happily as she jumped into his arms. "Is Aunt Ash with you?"
"No," he said. "She is against the war too." She pulled away. "I will be fighting."
"But if Aunt Ash is against it-" she started but was cut off by a large finger being pressed to her lips.
"I'm going as King of the ShadÅ shurui," he said. She looked as if she were going to cry. "Come on now, warriors don't cry." He pulled her tiny frame into a tight hug. "Go speak to Fenrir. He has a plan to get the Queens to see that the war is unavoidable." She sniffed.
The Kiwaka were ruled by three queens. They were all sisters. Every generation had a set of triples and they were destined to be the Queens of the Kiwaka. And so far there weren't another set of triples. Which meant if her mother died before a set of triples was born she would amuse the throne. The Queens made decisions together, as a unit. Though if one disagreed with the other two, the one that disagreed with it had to live with the decision.
"OK, Uncle Shadow," she said as he put her back down.
"Your father would be so proud of you," he said before he bent down and walked back out of her room. Her thoughts drifted to what she could remember about her father, he had died when she was only a child. He was a Time Lord. Not a very strong or important one, but a Time Lord none the less. Which is one of the reasons she couldn't understand her mother's stand on the future of Gallifrey. That planet was her father's home. The treaty between the two races was her father's doing. She knew her mother still loved her father, she often found her mother in the Type 40 he loved so much. Drax was her father's name.
She knew her father would want her to help his Time Lord brothers and sisters. He was a good man. She formed a plan in her head. She would steal her father's Type 40 and go to Gallifrey on her own. Even if she was stripped of her title and name she would defend her father's people. But without her name she could do very little. To the Kiwaka, names were everything, because their names were given to them by the Gods. Their power came from their names. If she said her full name and title she could bend reality around her. She could do anything her heart willed, but the everyone in the royal family could feel the fabric of reality. Every reality. So if she wanted to make it to Gallifrey without being stripped of her name she would have to steal her father's Type 40.
She grabbed her scythe, walked out her door and locked the door behind her. She took a deep breath and held on to her scythe as if it would give her strength. It seemed to work because she walked to her mother's room and slowly opened the door. She looked around to make sure her mother hadn't returned. The room was empty aside from the furniture and marble pillar that didn't belong in the room. She moved to her mother's dresser and opened the top drawer then reached in to get the key. The key was in a secret compartment. She got the key then ran to the pillar where she put the key in and a door swung open. She smiled at the familiar hum of the old Type 40. She could remember her father working on it as she would color pictures for him.
She sighed trying to push the memories of her father aside so she could do what she had to do. She had read the manual for the Type 40 so many times she could fly it in her sleep. She flipped the switches and pulled levers. The ship moaned and groaned from not being used in hundreds of years. But she knew this was the best thing for the universe. She had to help the Time Lords, her father's people. No, not her father's people, her people. She gripped the scythe tightly. She parked the Type 40 perfectly. She got out of it and reported to the commanding officer. They sent her to the front lines.
She fought for years. She killed many Daleks and helped as many Gallifreians as she could. She was getting tired of the bloodshed on both sides. She would sing songs from her home at night, the children loved to gather around her as she sang. She missed home. She was a warrior, but she was also a princess. She wanted a warm bed, and a proper shower. But she had the resolve to finish this. She would help end this. Even if she had to use her power to erase the Daleks from the universe forever. She knew the Queens would frown about that and really strip her of her name and title. She frowned at the thought of her mother. Even if they had a difference in opinion about the Time War, she still missed her mother.
"Ma'am," a solider approached her.
"Report," she commanded. She had gained the rank of Major in the short time she had been fighting.
"Major, we have reports that say: the Daleks are advancing on Arcadia," he said. "We are to report there immediately."
"Send a message back, we are on our way!" she announced as she stood grabbing her scythe as she stood. In this war the Daleks had dubbed her the Grim Reaper. She laughed when a Time Lord told her what they meant by that. And she had told them that if that's what it took to end the war, she would be their Grim Reaper.
The march to Arcadia was a long one, but her troops were just as determined as she was. That was her terms when she accepted the rank of Major, she wanted to lead a crew that was just as determined as she was. By the time they reached Arcadia the battle was in full swing. She ripped through four Daleks with one swing of her scythe. Her troops fired their blasters at the Daleks. She was mowing down the Daleks like they were weeds in and unruly yard. She commanded her troops to save the civilians as she focused on the Daleks. But as she looked over the battlefield she saw her troops get slaughtered by Dalek reinforcements. She looked at their dead bodies in horror. She lost control, she ran wildly at the Daleks and killed a lot of them but in her rage she didn't watch her back. It was warrior 101. Watch your back. Well a Dalek came up behind her and shot her through one of her hearts. She was thrown to the ground by the force.
She started to regenerate, she knew the Dalek would shoot her again to finish the job but it didn't nothing happened. Even her regeneration stopped. She couldn't move. She wondered if this was what it was like to die. "You're not dead," her mother's voice said.
"Mother?" she asked weakly.
"Yes it is I. You disobeyed me." the queen said sternly but not like she was angry, more like she was scolding a child.
"I know," Crimson said. "And I'm sorry, but I just wanted to help them." She winced from the pain in her chest. "They're Father's people."
"I know," the queen said mournfully. "I love the Time Lords, but I was trying to protect you." Crimson felt bad for disobeying her mother but what could she do? The Time Lords were dying. "But I understand." The queen took a deep breath. "I'm going to use my power to turn you into an infant and place you on Earth."
"Why?" Crimson asked. "Why Earth?"
"Your destiny in on Earth," the queen said sadly. "You won't remember any of this." Tears began to stream down her face. "I love you my dear Crimson." Crimson's consciousness faded.
Rose Tyler woke up as her alarm blared. She groaned as she rolled over and slammed her hand down on her alarm. "That dream again," she whispered as she sat up. She sighed. Every year she had the same dream. And the weirdest bit was that it was always around her birthday, either day before or days after. She could never remember the details of it. She could remember images from the dream but never the details. She got dressed quickly, grabbed a piece of toast, then stopped in the living room. "Love you, Mum." She kissed Jackie on the cheek.
"Love you," Jackie said. "Be careful." Rose started to walk out but stopped and turned back to Jackie.
"I won't be back until late tonight," Rose said. "Mickey and I are going to the pub tonight."
"There is a game on tonight isn't there?" Jackie asked and both women laughed.
"Bye, Mum," Rose said as she dashed out the door. It wasn't true she wasn't going to the pub with Mickey but she used her best friend as an excuse for going on a long walk to try and clear her head of the dream. She sighed. She wished she could talk to her mother about it but the last time Rose tried Jackie sent Rose to a psychiatrist. The psychiatrist told Jackie that Rose had these dreams because she was subconsciously rejecting the fact that she was adopted, making a elaborate story up for attention. Jackie got mad and fired one after another. Rose went through seven different psychiatrists before she just found it easier to stop telling her mother about the dreams.
Rose walked to her job at Henrik's. She pushed through the day, it was boring. She disliked her boring live, sometimes she wished she could live in her dreams. A life of happiness and adventure. She just wanted something to happen in her life. She sighed as she watched the time. An hour until lunch. She folded some clothes, washed windows, sorted the cash drawer, and even sorted the office all before lunch. On her lunch break she called Mickey.
"Hi Mick," she said when he answered.
"Rose," he said sounding serious. "You can't use me as an excuse every time you have a dream. Just tell her you're havin' 'em again."
"Yeah," she said. "And watch her lock me up in the loony bin this time. No thank you!"
"Rose," he said. "She's your mum."
"I know that," she said. "It's just, she doesn't understand." There was a long pause.
"How can she if you don't talk to her about it?" he asked breaking the silence.
"She'd never understand," she said sounding defeated.
"Whatever, Rose," he said with a loud sigh. "See ya."
"Bye, Mick," she said sadly as she hung up the phone. She finished her lunch. They had dated at one point but their difference in opinion on what life should be like drove them to be just friends again. He wanted a normal domestic life and she wanted adventure. Shortly after they broke up she found Jimmy Stone. She moved out with him before she could get her A levels. He showed his true colors and tried to make her do things she wasn't ready for. So she came back home.
The rest of the day dragged on like every other day. She got complements from the boss, to which she only smiled and said her thanks. She didn't like her job, but if she was going to go see the world, she needed the money. She walked around London after she got off work. She wandered around with no real destination in mind. She justed looked at the beauty of London at night. And it was beautiful, even though she had lived here her whole life she could still see it's beauty. Mickey would laugh at her when she would say something along those lines. She wandered around the Hyde park and sat on a bench. She breathed in and out slowly. She tried to recall her dream.
She got flashes that didn't make sense. A scythe, a dog, and large pepper shaker with a plunger. She growled in frustration. Maybe the dreams was someone or something trying to tell her something. But what? She sighed and leaned back lying her head back. She closed her eyes and cleared her mind the best she could. Suddenly she saw something a little clearer than she had seen anything else, a blue police box. Her eyes shot open and she sat up fully again. But what could it mean?
"I figured I'd find you here," Mickey's voice came from behind her. She turned to see him carrying some take out. "I didn't think you'd eaten."
"Not since lunch," she said as she made room for him on the bench. "Thanks, Mick."
"Were you trying to remember?" he asked as he sat down on the bench with her.
"Yeah," she said as she reached into the back and pulled out some fries. "Chips!" She dug into them.
"Have you ever thought that, maybe you're not meant to remember?" he asked as he took his own fries and fish from the bag.
"But I remember a little more as the years pass," she said with her mouth full.
"What do you remember?" he asked as he took a bite of his food. She shallowed.
"I remember a dog, a scythe, and some weird pepper pot things," she said. "But just before you came up I remembered a blue police box." She smiled as she took another bite.
"A blue police box?" he asked.
"Yeah," she said. "I know it sounds crazy."
"No, no, it sounds sane," he teased. "After all they have them on every street corner."
"Oi!" she exclaimed. "Shut it!" She playfully hit his arm. They laughed. After they finished their dinner he drove her home. When she got in the house Jackie was asleep, so she let herself in with her key and she got a glass of warm milk before going to her room to get ready for bed. She just wished she could get a bigger clue to why she was having these dreams and why she couldn't remember them in clarity. Well that was for another day. She fell asleep fairly quickly. Little did she know that soon someone would help shed some light on her cloudy dreams.
Notes: Hello! I'm trying something a little different for me. I'm not rewriting the season 1 for the most part I'm doing the before and in the middle bits. Tell me what'ca think. Anyway plz read and review! Side note, I didn't know that Kiwaka was a game until after I had named the race that. Just a coincidence.