((So i have for a long time had this story in my head, i have published it on wattpad but have always written on here too, so thought i would post it. As there are not many original stories about the doctor's children and i always love the idea of a timelord child running about somewhere so this is a story about the child of the doctor Medusa, one i completely made up, i own nothing except my ideas. please enjoy and review.))
A meadow of red grass and weird yet wonderful multi-coloured flowers encased by beautiful silver trees. Red mountains drenched with white Snow. Twin sun's burning beautiful and red high in the burnt orange sky. An oasis of beauty. Buildings held in by glass domes.
Perfection.
It sounded like a perfect dream. But no dream was ever perfect and this wasn't a dream, there was always a flaw somewhere, and somewhere right in the tiny spaces of the mind, there was something that could be considered imperfect. Gallifrey was not, its beauty shone so brightly. It had stood for years, a beautiful mighty planet, untouched by darkness and despair.
A place where children could run in red grass meadows and play without worry and people were safe to do their own things as long as nothing was bad or crazy. The academy was one of the biggest buildings under the dome, housing children who were learning about their ancestors and basic knowledge of how everything worked. It was a vital part of Timelord life. And then the war came.
Everything burned in great plumes of black and red and people fought for what they believed in. Children of the academy watched as more and more of their fellow people died or regenerated to the point of death, metallic screams of "exterminate" rang out so clearly through everything, explosions shook the might planet to its core as other races rained down from the sky and began the fight, some allies others wanting glory or hoping for the spoils of war. Cries or pleas for help were not met and children who had hid from view were found, the next generation was falling. Race after race fought, some dying to the point of extinction others winning over others. The Darleks numbers didn't even seen to be wavering, darlek after darlek after darlek, the planet swarmed with the killing machines, the whole of skaro seemed to have emptied onto another planet. The only building left was untouched; nothing had touched it, looking at the building it was like there was no war, nothing out there that could bring it down.
The building was the main building, the palace as such. The place where the mightiest of all Timelords worked and lived, the only Timelord that would know what to do in such a dire time of need. Rassilon. It had been said that such a mighty planet would last forever, just like the race that lived there. Living for thousands of years without dying before having to regenerate. Burning buildings now stood in a broken glass dome, a once great city collapsed in shards of glass and rubble. Children who had hid now ran from their places, trying to find safer ground, no escape was found, only the sound of darlek weapons, firing continuously. And then it stopped, the battlefield fell silent, wave after wave of Darlek's stopped near the tallest building, the building of Rassilon, many surviving Timelord's and Lady's had fled to the building, knowing that, that was the most protected place.
From inside Timelord children and other generations stood trying to find ways of winning, the children had nowhere left to go and others were either crying or sleeping, trying to get rid of the war by thinking it was just a bad dream. The war had been raging for hours now and the sky was beginning to come dark, it never got dark though, the twin suns continuously shined and everything was light and beautiful. Now though the ships seemed to block out the suns and make the planet plunge into darkness, the destruction in darkness could clearly been seen, everything was falling apart or already dead, trees of silver stood burning and grass was scorched so much that the colour of red could no longer be seen. Gallifrey was dying and beyond repair, there was no hope left. With one last nudge the Timelord's who hid let themselves up and began a fight, with weapons this time that could kill the Darlek's.
Their race had always been peaceful and had never believed in killing, but now it seemed that there laws were going to be changed, half the population of the planet was dead and now the other half was going into battle. The great Time war as it would now be forever known was becoming hotter and in the midst of the death and destruction a Timelord could be seen, a Timelord that had travelled and seen more of the universe than any other person/alien. While others seemed to be throwing themselves into the throng of fighting, the time travelling Timelord, ran a different way, the way out, where all the TARDIS'S stood, where the greatest machines were housed.
Nobody seemed to notice the coward running the other way, only one person did, the greatest person. Rassilon, from inside his quarters he was getting ready to decide the fate of his planet, whether his people should leave or stay fighting so his now not so beautiful planet could survive. The man could see everything and in the midst of everything he saw the coward, the traitor to his own people. Darlek after Darlek was now falling and the battle was evening out. Sort of. The Timelord's were starting to fight back and the Darlek's were beginning to show fear. The last Great Time war had begun.
Dreams were usually beautiful and funny, they usually consisted of people being stupid or animals being stupid, dreams were unpredictable, one minute the person in the dream would be riding on a flying horse eating ice-cream and the next bam, black and white walls, no up no down, no light. Just nothing, no sound, a hollow room. The starting of a nightmare. The nightmares had started ever since she had got to earth, every time she closed her eyes, visions of Gallifrey danced before her, the images were ones she had never seen before.
Medusa had barely seen the war start before she had been swept away to safety. Although she wouldn't call a cell safety.A few minutes after she had put her feet in the cold snow a black car had pulled up and well dressed people-or man with a nice long coat-had surrounded her and taken her somewhere and kept her in a cell after a lot of questioning. She hadn't taken many trips to earth but she had been told that earth had no knowledge about aliens, so how did they know she was one? She just wanted to be normal to able to forget about her alien life, her dying or dead planet? Although She could never forget her red planet; dreams of it graced her head at night until the same nightmare of the burning city lodge itself could tell it was coming, every time she closed her eyes a fire danced behind her heavy lids. Her mind every time felt like it was burning, like she was experiencing how everyone else felt.
Her mind always came up with a question after it.
Were they still alive?
And would she ever find a way out of the prison/cell that incased her?