This is not how the end should come. It should be swift and silent, a moment of peace, the gentle sigh of the wind against hair, the whisper of leaves, a gentle swirl in the vortex. That is how the end should come.
Not in the middle of a war.
This war has been raging on for years. No matter how many times the enemy seems to have been destroyed, it returns in greater numbers. Gallifrey wasn't built for war, and it had been a planet of peace until they came.
The Daleks, they call themselves. Emotionless beings, built to destroy or be destroyed, to follow orders or to strive by themselves. The Dalek Emperor had promised us an alliance of sorts, a cease-fire, if you will. We accepted, hoping for the best despite the possible futures. How wrong we were.
The battle was unavoidable. Many had seen it in their travels through time and space. Many had witnessed first-hand what the raging fire of battle was to be. Yet most chose to ignore. Now, we are paying the consequences for our actions.
This is only the beginning. Darker days are yet to come. Yet we will not run away. We are Time Lords, not cowards. We will march on, with our heads held high.
The Time War has begun…