Dr Who is not my work. All credits go to the makers of Dr Who. I just love the show so i just wanted to make a fan fiction about it. I am trying to be as exact to the storyline as i can. Hope you guys like it!
Prologue
The man. The madman with a box he was called. My grandmother called him that, though he was called many things over his many lives. " The Oncoming Storm" people would call him. They would tremble and cower at just the mention of her name. " The Great Warrior".
He thought he had murdered all of his species and another with it. Double genocide, but he was wrong. They are still there. Trapped in time. Trapped into a single moment of time and space. It was so odd hearing this and not being able to tell him about it, but it had to be done. My father was a man with many faces, with many personalities, but i only knew one of them.
My mother always told me that he was the savior of the universe. That his little box brings hope to all who see it. My mother also said that my grandmother traveled with him. She had my mother in the future. They were all time travelers. She would never tell me much about my father until one day i met him, but that is a different story. The face i knew so well, but yet i didn't quite know. That day i was told about my father. All his names and what he had to save, and sometimes destroy the world. Then she asked me a question.
"Does his name fit him well?"
It was a difficult question. Because of all he did, he saved many lives, but yet he still preformed double genocide(Or so we thought). Was his name fit for him? A good question. The name, The Doctor.