Preface
I was born to be a weapon. My people turned me into the ultimate soldier to help them win a war against our most dangerous enemy, the Daleks. From childhood, I was taught everything about the universe. Every planet, every language in every galaxy, and every point in time. But when I came of age, they told me I was special. That I could do so much for the betterment of the Time Lords. That's what I am a Time Lord, well a Time Lady since I am a girl. That's what they told me all my life. For that they made me an Academic, one of very few chosen every decade or so. I was taught more, in various details. Back then, life was great and I was happy. But that all changed when the Daleks declared war. That's when the High Council of the Time Lords had every single Academic transformed into cold, ruthless soldiers. Including me, but I was still something special they told me. I was Lord President Rassilon's special project: the ultimate weapon to insure Gallifrey's victory.
I was known as The Savior, but I only saved the future of my people. I was to wipeout every single Dalek I saw, even if it meant killing other soldiers that were in the line of fire. I would destroy over half of their flagships in the blink of an eye; I would kill millions of them without even breaking a sweat. On the outside, I was an emotionless and obedient soldier. But on the inside, I was a frighten child crying for help. And one day, someone saved me from that terrible life.
His name is the Doctor, you might have heard of him. He's a Time Lord just like me but much older, by a few centuries even. Unlike other Time Lords, the Doctor felt that it was necessary to intervene and help others in the universe, no matter how small they're compare to us. He even obsolete TARDIS to do just that. But he returned to fight in the war, like me he was fighting on the fight in the front lines. He very soon discovers that the war was wrong, everything that the High Council was doing was wrong. He had heard about me, the Savior; and wished to see me for himself. He hated everything that I was, mostly because I could've killed him if he didn't decide to duck. But he knew that it was the Dalek's and the war's fault for causing our people to turn me into a weapon. He knew that the Time War had to end. He used a device called 'The Moment" to lock our planet, our people, and the Daleks away forever. We escaped to the Doctor's TARDIS, and was shot by two last standing Daleks. As we disappeared into the Time Vortex, we watched out our planet and our people burn and the shots caused us to regenerate, me to my 3rd and his to his 9th.
As I became a new person, my memories from the war haunted me like nothing else. I was very depressed and withdrawn from everything while traveling the universe with the Doctor. But with the help of the Doctor and our human friend Rose Tyler's help, I'm on the slow path to recovery.