Epilogue
one starry night, just a blink away, or maybe ages ago, a little boy sat on a windowstill and looked longinly towards the sky. His muscels were still bruised and aching and his ego had taken even greater bruising on the evening.
His muscles had gotten beating in the form of getting completely trashed by a seasoned warrior and his ego got the bruising from being beaten up by a seasoned warrior, in front of the whole court of Asgard, in a ceremony that was supposed to show everyone how good he was at not getting beaten up by seasoned warriors.
So he sat on the windowstill of his dark room and stared at the stars, hoping for something to happen. To someone to come and take him away.
Another figure enterd the room. While this figure was of same size, that was where the similarities ended. This one was as bright as the one on the windowstill was dark.
"Brother?"
"Go away Thor."
"you should be sleeping, not sulking."
"You should be sleeping too, instead of bothering me."
"It was your own fault anyway, I told you not to skip so many fighting practices."
"I don't like them."
"But you have to like them. How will you learn to be a warrior if you dont practice?"
"Maybe I won't be a warrior then."
"Don't be ridiculous. What else would you be?"
"I could be a sorcerer. Then I wouldn't have to do anything else than read."
"Magic's for girls."
"Whatever Thor."
"What are you doing at the windowstill anyway?"
"Looking at the stars."
"Why?"
"Maybe I will see a time lord."
"You don't still believe in those silly stories."
"Mommy says they are real!"
"Mom also says that valkyries are real."
The dark boy just stayed quiet and hoped that his stupid brother would leave him alone.
"They're just stories. Fairytales for babies. That's why you failed the ceremony. You just read your stupid stories instead of practicing important things. Like combat."
The dark boy turned his back for his fair headed brother and the silence spoke for itself.
His brother sighed and left. The little boy on the windowstill blinked back tears. From this day onwards he would start losing his childhood belief on fairytales and time lords.
Luckily the universe would never stop believing in fairytales and time lords and one particular time lord would not stop believing in the boy.