Well, hello there, fellow readers! This is my second story on here, and I'm hoping this will be a greater success then the first. Before I start, I would like to note a few things. First: If you're a watcher of my deviantArt account, Mossfire356, and have seen the comic pages I've drawn, this is that story. There will be extra parts to help you understand the story, but if you want get a million spoilers, that is alright by me. If you don't, I would suggest you leave. xD Second: There is a background for this story that jumps off the canon timeline. If you want to understand this at all, go to my dA group TheTimeLordsOfEarth for more info. Last but not least, three: The characters in this story were drawn or will be drawn anthro in the comic. I don't think you'll be confused by that, but I just wanted to let you all know. :33
Disclamer: BCC is God. All hail BBC. I do not own Doctor Who; if I did, I wouldn't let Moffat write anything.
Now, for the story to begin!
My name is Miranda.
I'm a Time Lord from the planet Gallifrey.
Or at least...
...What used to be Gallifrey.
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It was way too bright. The suns had already set... Why was it still bright? It was fuzzy, too... The way the colors would blend together, creating all sorts of different colors.
It was sort of like a...
What was it called?
It was a type of picture. A photograph of some type. It was a photograph of a bunch of light sources (light bulbs, maybe?) that were out of focus, blurring together.
There were sparks, too. Little tiny specks of light, flying around like comets in an unstable gravity field. Some touched her feet, occasionally prickling at the touch.
Then, there was the rock.
It had spun towards her at an astounding speed, hitting her upside the head with a smack. She dropped out of the small phase of beautiful blurriness and into the present destruction.
Crying out in pain, she put her hand at the base of her neck, drawing it back to find a dark red substance on her fingers.
What a simple way to die.
She felt a tear go down her cheek. She would have to leave. Only 300 years old, and she had to leave her dying planet, just as dozens had done before her.
She heard its song. It soothed her as more of the wet drops of water ran down her face. Pushing the images of firs out of her mind, the song pushed itself into her head. She went where it told her to go. She past the screams and shouts of her friends and enemies. She past the fire that burned her skin, and she past the pain of the bloody gash that been ripped into her.
She then saw her destination.
Walking towards it, she opened the door. A blast of song washed over her, overpowering everything that could stop her from reaching the console in the center of the room. When she stepped inside, the pain came back. It ripped through her head, blinding out the song until she could hear only the loud vworping of the engines. It... It was slowing down!
"Nononono! We need to get out of here... This place... It's gonna burn!" She finally spoke. With the small amount of strength she had, she hoisted herself up to the console, her hands covered with golden light.
She gasped.
Her parents said she would never be alone. They said that she would always have someone to rely on.
They were wrong.
She was dying.
And nobody would be there at her side.
The story will NOT be this poetic. Or this short. eue Anyway, hoped this made at least a little since. xD
- The Family TARDIS Stealer