Author's Note:
I want to say that I have a lot of good ideas for this series, and I hope to write many chapters of great writing (As this is my first fan fiction, I highly doubt it will be worth reading, but I hope that you people will stick with it). I have millions of ideas racing through my head, and it involves: 5 doctors, River Song, Amy, Rory, Donna, Martha, Rose, Jack Harkness, K-9, Mickey, Jackie, Sarah Jane, Daleks, Cybermen, Silence, Jenny (The Doctor's Daughter), the Doctor's other child (Spoilers ;]) and a couple of enemies I've made up. I will make a Devianart account and post pictures of aliens that I have made up. (You will have to forgive my poor art skills), and it will be very interactive. This will be very fun and I hope to provide an enjoyable experience for all of you willing to help.
Request:
As I write, I want you to read my fan fiction, and enjoy it. I want you to review my fan fiction, so that I might, through your help, become a better writer, and I pray that what I write may become Moffat worthy (praise the almighty Moffat, The Oncoming Storm, and The Killer of Characters).
I've wasted enough of your time, so why don't we get that prologue read.
The star's twinkled in the night sky, as a lone figure crossed an open plain. It moved with an incredible speed, and a special agility. It seemed to pass kilometers in mere seconds, and stopped for nothing. Wind rustled the tall purple grass as the creature passed through it. There was a nip in the air, which came from the planet's ever decreasing temperature.
Close behind the lone silhouette were ships and creatures chasing after it. They raced after the shadow with a loud trampling of feet, tentacles, hooves, and other forms of movement. The throng gave off the illusion of thunder. Whoever this mysterious person was, they were in trouble.
The figure stopped centimeters away from the edge of a rather steep cliff, then turned around with a somber aura. It slowly removed its hood and smirked. Then it just stood there, until the mob neared it.
"Don't let him get away!" Shouted a voice.
"After him, after him!" Shouted another.
"We have him now!" Roared a rather loud voice.
It seemed like everyone in the mob was bossing everyone else around, and as for any species that fact didn't sit well with anyone else. They slowly started to turn on each other, fighting with tooth and nail, until only 2 remained: The loud voiced giant and the hooded figure.
"Now let's get that information" chuckled the giant.
There was a rather low chuckle from the shadow, as a response. He shook his head slowly and did a back flip off the cliff, and into the green river far below. The Giant watched the shadow fall for what seemed like forever, until it was nothing more than a dot. He then decided to head back leaving the dead mob to rot there in the moonlight.
Down below, an elderly man held out his staff to pull the figure out of the river.
"The Legion is coming to find the Rift," Said the Man to the shadow, "Our savior shall be the Man of eternal drift."
Two words then came out of the figure's mouth: The Doctor.
I hope this is interesting. It is a prologue to a story that will be very big and hopefully very interesting. I will post the Chapter 1 later today.