Koschei
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Inside the TARDIS, living things get dreams. Dreams that prognosticate future events. Dreams that can drive one insane. Dreams that can give someone happy thoughts. Dreams that can give someone sour thoughts. Or, just plain old dreams, but those are boring. Those really intense dreams are what species live for. Forever. And ever. And ever.
"Rory!" Amy sat up straight.
"Dream?" Rory asked, generally interested.
"Yeah, a creepy one too," the ginger silently mourned her sleep.
"Tell me about it, but keep it from the Doctor. You know how much he hates spoilers," the nurse said pointedly.
"There was this kid. A small, dark brown haired, icy blue eyed, kid." Amy shuddered. "And he was staring into this one circle-like-thing. It was gold on the outside and a swirling blue on the inside; it gave me a headache just by looking at it. Behind the kid, there was this red-clad chap with gold embroiderings and a really weird hat that would make the Doctor run for his money. The worst part was that, as the kid was staring into the thing, a drum beat started making an appearance; at the end, the kid looked right at me and said: watch out,"
"Do you think it was a prophecy or just a normal dream?" Rory asked.
"I don't know, it could be either, I guess. But it seemed so real!" the female gripped her husband.
"Calm down. I know exactly what to do," Rory kissed her.
"And what is that?" Amy inquired.
"Tell the Doctor," the nurse suggested.
"But you were the one who said not to!" the Girl Who Waited pointed out.
"And now I'm changing my mind," Rory stood up.
Amy paused.
"Come on, he's probably still in the console room," the nurse ushered his wife to the main room.
"Hello, Ponds!" the Doctor bounded up to them. "You're never up this late! What's wrong? Don't try to hide it from me, I know there is something wrong. Well, actually, I don't, but that doesn't matter. It could be something bad, something sad, something good, something lonely, something strange. Now, tell me what's up!"
"Amy had a dream," Rory confided.
"Really? What sort of dream? Dreams are interesting: they can be good, bad, fun, terrifying," the Doctor was cut off.
"We think it may be a prophecy," Amy rolled her eyes.
"Really?" the Doctor repeated. "Tell me about it. Was it good? Bad? Scary? Near? Far?"
"It was about this kid..." Amy repeated what she had told Rory prior.
The Doctor frowned. "That sounds interesting..."
"What is it? Do you know anything?" the ginger asked.
"Yes, but it's not important," the Time Lord frowned, "So, where will it be, Ponds? There is this one moon in the constellation of-" he was cut off again.
"Hold up," Rory felt a sudden surge of anger. "Amy had a nightmare and all you want to do is go somewhere?"
"Yes,"
"Come on, Rory, it'll be fun!" Amy pouted, suddenly liking the Doctor's idea.
"Fine,"
The Doctor laughed gleefully, "As I was saying, a moon in the constellation of Kasterborus," (AN: Sorry, I can't spell it correctly.)
Rory and Amy looked at each other for a moment before nodding their heads.
The Doctor leaped around the console, pulling levers and pushing buttons before the entire TARDIS shuddered, throwing Rory over the side bar.
"Not again!" Rory complained as he flew overboard.
"Oops, well I expected some sort of disturbance going here," the Doctor smirked. "Now, outside!"
They marched outside.
"Hello?" this was a male's voice. The owner was probably no older than a child, Amy presumed. She whirled around, half expecting something about to kill her, but all she saw was a kid. A kid with dark brown hair, and icy blue eyes...
"Rory?" Amy shuddered.
"Did I do something wrong?" the boy inquired.
"No!" the Doctor yelped.
"What's your name?" Rory kneeled down in order to be the kid's height.
"Koschei," the kid, Koschei apparently, got out.
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