An: Just something I wrote in a few minutes, didn't even realize I was writing it till I started paying attention. This is about the end of the Last Great Time War, from the point of view of a OC Time Lord. I hope you like it please tell me if it is any good. One last thing before I go I am working on my other stories, but it might be a while till I update them because I want to publish them when I'm completely finished. :) Enjoy.
Iris was tried, tried of the war, of the Daleks, of the Time Lords, and even tried of herself. Frankly she was just tried of everything. She looked at the world around her, and all she saw was war, she couldn't believe what was happening, until now the war had seemed so far away, even when she was fighting. It had always been fought on other planets and she had never even imaged the war reaching Gallifrey. Iris looked up at the sky, it had been a long war, and now it seemed like it all was going to go to waste, they were losing, both sides, everyone was dying in this futile never ending war. Peace that was all she asked for, peace for a day, a day away from this wretched war. She signed and looked at the sky, "Is one day to much to ask for?"She shouted.
The ground beneath her feet started sharking, screams started to echo everywhere, and that's when she knew it had started, the end of her days, the end of her world. Screams could be heard everywhere as their world started to burn, everything was on fire, and the worst thing was the screams of the children. They had barely had a chance at life and now it was going to be taken away from then before they had a chance to live. Everyone was running, the old, the sick, the young, the well; everyone. They didn't know where they were running, but anywhere was good. The glass sheet started to fall; the barrier that had protected them from the worlds outside was now crumbling to pieces as if it was just dust in the wind. The entire planet was crying, as everything they knew was coming to an end. It was the end of Gallifrey.
Iris was running, funny thing, running was, she always ended up doing it at some point or another, and she would have run from the war if she had a choice, but she had not had a choice. All dreams of other skies were dropped and left behind when the war had started because no matter how much of a coward she was she knew she would never desert her home completely. That day, when her world ended she did something she had never dreamed of doing, she stopped running. As the world around her burned and the people everywhere started to running, she decided to stop, she guessed that somewhere in the back of her mind there was no escaping what was about to happen. So she stopped. If she was going to die, she was going to go down with as much dignity as she could. She stood accomplishing something that she had never even thought of doing, she stood, without even one part of her wanting to turn around and run.
Maybe one day of peace is too much to ask for, but at least I came to peace with myself before I died, Iris thought as she let her planet engulf her.