Lady Sylvanas Windrunner, former Ranger General of Silvermoon, but now Queen of the Forsaken, wondered alone throughout the ruins of Lordaeron. Her soul, tortured, afraid and alone. Her undead servants and life givers, the Val'kyr, gone. Her life, on its last threads. Her inevitable doom, drawing ever closer. She made her way into a large room, in its corner, a stair case ascended to a large tower above. She slowly made her way to the stairs, but paused when a bizarre sound touched her elven ears. A tune, soft in tone and melody, but yet, striking. She listened to the soothing tune, she gasped as she recognised the tune playing, 'The Lament of the Highborne'.
However, she wasn't familiar with the instrument that played it? She had never heard such a sound before. It was somewhat haunting. She slowly made her way up the stairs, notching her bow as she did so. She silently crept up the stairs until she paused at the top, the door partially opened. She drew in a silent breath and crept through the opened door. Spinning round to face the intruder, bow raised, arrow notched, she stopped in her tracks. A man sat with his back to her playing what looked like a guitar? But none of which she had ever seen. He continued to play the song, Sylvanas closing her eyes, memories of her past life flooding back, a single tear reached the corner of her eye. She was suddenly snapped back to reality when the man abruptly stopped playing. The room now filled with silence.
"Hello Sylvanas" The man spoke, still with his back to her, he gently leaned his guitar beside him.
"What? Who are you? Identify yourself" Sylvanas demanded, again notching her arrow.
"Very well" The man said softly before turning to her. "Hello, I'm the Doctor." He said with a slight smile.
"Doctor? I know no Doctor, do not try my patience human!" Sylvanas warned, meanwhile she studied his features. The man, was old faced, he wore a navy blue overcoat with a red silken lined interior, matching blue trousers and waistcoat, a white shirt and black boots.
"I may look human, but I am not." The Doctor spoke calmly.
"What? I do not understand? What is this trickery?" Sylvanas spat with venom in her voice.
"You may not know me Sylvanas, but I know you." The Doctor began. "You are Sylvanas Windrunner, former Ranger General of Silvermoon. Struck down and raised as a banshee by Prince Arthas. Now you are the Banshee Queen, and now, alone and...afraid of death."
Sylvanas growled and released her arrow aiming for his heart, but it did not strike its target. To her shock and surprise, this man known as the 'Doctor' had caught the arrow in mid flight. His glare, firm. "You're afraid of death Sylvanas, are you not?" The Doctor said putting the arrow down to the ground. "You have seen what awaits you, and now you're running for your life."
"H-how do you know all this about me?" Sylvanas said stepping back, clearly shocked.
"I'm a Timelord, I know everything." The Doctor simply replied.
"What is that supposed to mean?" Sylvanas said confused at his statement.
"It means, I see everything...I know everything." The Doctor replied slowly getting up. Sylvanas backed up.
"Stay back!" Sylvanas said backing up, notching another arrow.
"You see, you're afraid." The Doctor said stopping in front of her.
"What...what do you want?" Sylvanas screeched, tears filling her eyes.
"To give you a second chance." The Doctor replied. "I was once like you, a mighty warrior, defending my people against a deadly race. I was successful...we were successful. I managed to change my own outcome to the end I was going to cause."
"What do you mean?" Sylvanas asked, now curious.
"It's a long story Sylvanas, one I don't have time for." The Doctor said taking another step towards her, then stopping inches from her. "Wouldn't you want another chance? A chance to be good again, be with your family?"
"I...I...I have done too much evil Doctor, I am beyond redemption." Sylvanas said lowering her head. The thought of life did raise her spirits, but it was surely impossible?
"No one is ever beyond redemption Sylvanas, I have seen much more evil than you have ever done." The Doctor said reaching a hand out to her before pausing. "Trust me"
"I...I accept" Sylvanas looked at his hand, thoughts racing her mind, but slowly, she took his hand.
"Sylvanas, we must trade places, I must become you, and you must become me. But in our own bodies of course." The Doctor added with slight humour. "I shall arrange everything, you will know all, as will I."
"What? I don't understand." Sylvanas said slightly panicked.
"Trust me, you will Sylvanas." The Doctor said, unknown to Sylvanas, the Doctor's hand began to glow, it's magic spreading into hers. Sylvanas pulled back the glowing began to spread up her arm.
"What have you done to me?" Sylvanas barked in fear.
"It will not harm you Sylvanas, quite the opposite in fact." The Doctor said watching his regenerative energy taking effect. "Now heed my warning Sylvanas, do not abuse your powers, my mind is joint with yours, whatever you do, I will know. Become the good person you really are Sylvanas." Sylvanas looked up at him as the energy reached her face, her eyes filled with possible hope, yet the unknown. "Be good, and you must go by the name of 'The Doctor!'"
The Doctor's last words struck her before her body exploded in a blinding golden light. Before she lost consciousness, she swore the Doctor's eyes had turned red...