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There Was Once...
There was once...
An Angel
A Demon
A Trickster
Depending on who you asked
A God that at any time could appear from the skies and strike down those that apposed it. It rode on an all powerful storm, crying out and thundering across the universe leaving a trail devastation in It's wake. It was an ancient being who's mercy had long since run out. Every race had their own variation of names for the otherwise nameless entity but all agreed that it brought nothing but destruction and death...
Entire armies would tremble at It's prescence, supposedly fearless monsters would shiver inside their metal encasements and so called warrior races would cower. It is even said the shadows themselves feared it.
There came a time when people could no longer stand living in dread, when all societies which were terrorised by this vengeful god could stand no more, and a time when this creature became so dangerous many feared it would bring about the end of everything.
An allegiance was formed. A plan created. A prison forged.
As the doors sealed It cried out, begging and pleading, for nothing could hurt this god more than imprisonment. It continued with It's pleas and speeches, like always trying to use words to decieve those around It, but for once... nobody was listening.
The trickster had been tricked.
The allegiance had been victorious
That was the legend.
But in reality...
There was once...
A time traveller
An alien
A man
Depending on who you asked.
A gypsy of the universe who could appear anywhere and anywhen. He was a runaway who had abandoned his home world in favour of adventure and discovery. They say he travelled in a blue box, a vessel that journeyed through both space and time. He was so very old and the last of his kind, and during his many of years of life he had faced darkness beyond most people's imagination. Some say that through centuries of engaging and overcoming these threats he had let some of his own darkness take over. Mercy came to be in short supply. However his deep sense of morality would not allow him to ignore the cries of the innocent. He had quite the collection of names; The Oncoming Storm, The Destroyer of Worlds, Bringer of Darkness, The Lonely God. His real name is a mystery.
Those who thought of him as an enemy feared him. Those who knew him as an ally admired him. And some thought he was only a legend, while others were completely unaware of his existence.
They came a time when cracks began to appear. Cracks in the universe. It seemed everyone but this man knew about their origin. Unluckily for him, he was thought to be responsible. These races gathered together believing the end of days was upon them. They needed to act.
Allegiance was formed. A plan created. A prison forged.
He struggled against his captors, for once he was caught completely off there was no escape plan. When the alliance explained their reasoning he came to realise their mistake. Struggling against his bonds he cried out for them to listen to him. He told them he could help. He could stop this. His pleas fell on deaf ears. The Doctor could not talk his way out of this.
The Pandorica closed.
The allegiance had been victorious.
But then...
Silence Fell.