The cell was cold.

Nyte did his best to start a fire using the tattered clothes of the previous inmate and whatever else he could find. Unfortunately the prison was too damp to keep anything alight for long. His only saving grace would be the very thing that imprisoned him to begin with.

He felt the icy steel on his cheek as he checked down the hall for any guards. When he was sure there would be no witness, he used his new found control over fire to create new warmth in the room.

/

"WHERE IS HE?!" Princess Loren shoved the double doors away furiously as she screamed at her father.

The sun had not yet risen however she knew her father would be awake and would be in his study. Loren found it to be insultingly twice the size of her chambers, with gaudy decorations and a repulsive amount of gold everywhere. Her father loved it in this room. It was where he took all royal visits as well as any council meetings; it was his room of power.

"Where is who, darling?" King Alf asked, not looking up from the parchment that was on his desk. He was studying it as if it were the most important form in the entire kingdom.

Loren had to resist the urge to flip the wooden desk on to him. Seeing her father covered in the various inks would have been wonderful and fulfilling but she would have to wait until she had answers. This was a game to him and she was on his board.

"Nyte!" she stated harshly "I know you took him"

At the mention of the boys (for that was all he was to the king, a mere boy) name King Alf rose from his throne, the candle light flickering in his eyes. Like daggers his eyes narrowed onto his daughter.

"Let me be clear, daughter" he spat as he stepped closer, bending slightly to meet her almond colored eyes, "I do not have your precious pet nor do I care of his fate."

He stared down at her with such a cold ferocity, Loren felt a chill run down her spine. She could only believe that her father didn't have Nyte, but he still knew something.

The sun was beginning to rise and peered through the few windows that were in the room. With the new light and the king now standing tall his physique became daunting. He was a feared king not only for his iron fist but also for his ruthlessness on the battle field. He had led the charge against all neighboring kingdoms, overthrowing their monarchies and claiming them for his own. None stood against him.

Loren summoned her resolve.

"He was last seen with you! Last night, in the gardens. What were you discussing with him? If he truly matters not to you, why even-"

"Enough!" He boomed, he'd always had a short fuse but even this was out of character "I will not be interrogated like some prisoner in my own castle; least of all by my own daughter. You would do well to understand your place, Loren." He turned his back to her and walked back to sit in his chair, clearly dismissing the princess.

To his surprise she hadn't budged. She only stared at her father, and he was getting annoyed.

"If you can't keep track of your toys-"

"He has been far more to me than you could ever be!" she snarled fangs completely bared now

"Well then, you should have kept a better eye on him, especially considering his new found… talents." Alf taunted with a venomous grin

Loren's eye's widened and she felt the room freeze.

She thought they had been careful. Magic was extremely rare and was looked upon as a curse, when Nyte's powers of fire had manifested they did everything they could for the following months to hide it. It had been the middle of the night while the two slept when he had discovered his gift and it resulted in a charred curtain, disintegrated pillow and the loss of Loren's left eyebrow. By luck they had decided to get out of the castle and go to Nyte's cabin in the forest.

After that incident he had been scared, wanting to seclude himself away from anyone he could harm. It was Loren who had encouraged him to hone his skills and he began to see it as a blessing. They were forced to do so in the dead of night and certainly far away from the castle. They had been careful to not be seen. King Alf's laughter told Loren that they weren't careful enough.

"Did you honestly believe I'd let my only heir waltz around wherever she please without my knowledge?" he sneered.

"You were spy-"

"Everything I do, I do to protect the crown, another ideal that has unfortunately been lost with you." He remained sitting and went back to the important document that lay on his desk.

A soft sniff echoed throughout the room. The king looked up to see his daughter on the verge of tears.

"Please, I… where is he?"

There was only silence.

Loren stared into her father's eyes. Knowing that despite her best efforts, she had lost this round. She turned to leave her father to his documents. Only when she was alone in her chambers did she allow her tears to fall.

"I will find you. Please be safe" she prayed.

/

The doors opened to the prison opened. Nyte heard footsteps coming towards his cell, different from the usual heavy thuds of armored guards. These were lighter, quicker, almost as if he/she were running.

He ran past Nyte's cell at first in a blur with the end of his coat flailing behind him.

Just as quickly as he had passed Nyte, he was back in front of the cell door and. Nyte couldn't have been happier.

"Nyte! Up you go, on your feet! How are you going to travel trapped in a cage?" The accent was as unmistakable as the wild hair and strange clothing.

The boy stood there dumbfounded, How could he be here? he thought to himself

"Well if you're not going to bust yourself out I suppose I'll help, here we go!" The man took out his wand from his coat. With a peculiar sound and a strange flash of green, the lock to Nyte's cell came undone and the cell door swung open.

The boy was free but he couldn't find it in himself to move. This strange man standing before him looked not even a year older than he, but Nyte knew better. He knew of the man who had lived for centuries and seen the rise and fall of all the great kingdoms and other worlds that were far beyond his own imagining.

"Doctor…" Nyte whispered

"Yes, yes it's me now come on! Are you going to stare all day or are we going to find Loren?" The Doctor asked with a large grin.

Nyte snapped out of his daze and knew the Doctor was right, Loren must be worried sick.

"Alright Doctor, where to?" Nyte asked matching The Doctor's smile

"Everywhere, Nyte. You know how this works! Geronimo!"

The two embraced shortly and then took off in a dead sprint through the dark prison, out the exit and into the world.

Author's Note

Hi everyone! C here! So here is the first part of my story! I hope you enjoyed it! i know there are some sloppy parts in this, however this is my first real fic. So i will continue writing and will improve over time so please bare with me! While this is Doctor Who based i don't plan on this being solely journeys to worlds in the DW universe. i'm actually planning on writing about The Doctor, Nyte and Loren traveling throughout the fandom! Including, but not limited to: Avatar (Nyte's a firebender hehe), SPN, Kingdom Hearts, Frozen, Steven Universe, all throughout everywhere that i can think of!

so sorry if this note is short or not really explanatory of all my intentions but i'm writing this in the middle of the night so i'm very sweepy tired. U_U

ANYWAYS! Thanks so much for reading this! i hope you enjoyed it! The journey is just beginning!

Constructive criticism is welcomed but don't be an ass.