My journey through this universe is long and known to many. What people don't know though is the burden of being the Doctor puts on a man; I am the only one who does. I know the name Doctor means many things to many people, to some it means healer and wise man, but to others it means mighty warrior and I know that is what many people see me as and they may not be wrong. Through all of this they see a man who walks away free and clean. Those people re wrong, you never forget one line of what happens to you, you never forget every single person who dies in in your name, every single friend and companion who has ever been lost. I have lived through all that and so much more.

A Time Lord has 13 lives, granting them to ring themselves back to life at the point of death. By the time I had reached my 13th regeneration I had already seen more than most Time Lords will ever see and by that time I was more than ready to die on Trenzalore. But my fate ad my future was changed by my companion at that time, my imposable girl Clara Oswald She knew what was coming and she got the Time Lords who were stuck in a parallel pocket universe in a crack in time to give me a brand new regeneration cycle. 13 more lives. At first I was happy with this I got to continue my travels through the universe. But now after another 13 regenerations and a total of 5000 years of travels, I ask myself did Clara do the right thing saving me.

I continued through my regeneration cycle continuing my long and dangerous fighting monsters and gaining and losing companions and on my 25th body that's when everything changed. I discovered a danger through the universe and I was caught in a war that was much worse than the time war could ever be. A war between the Daleks of Skaro and the Cybermen of Mondas. They were fighting at the heart of the Medusa Cascade causing destruction and terror through the universe. I knew I had to end it. I planned to blow up the Dalek mothership the explosion would have been enough to destroy the Daleks and the Cybermen. Unfortunately it was a trap set by both sides, an alliance instead of a war. The Dalek ship was actually a ship filled with explosions and by destroying it, it would destroy the universe. I realised too late what was happening and I tried to stop the cataclysm but I only partly succeeded. I saved half of the universe but a great number of planets and people turned to dust because of me. As for myself I was nearly destroyed, clinging to life I just made it to my regeneration. As the familiar golden light faded I had become a crippled slow old man. To me this was the universes punishment for my crime. As soon as the regeneration was complete I knew my time was over, this my 26th and last body, but I would not let anyone else die because of me. I have now retired from travelling. I plan to put myself on a bare piece of planet where no one can find me. This is the story of the end of the Doctor and this is how it begins.

Authors Note: I hope you all enjoyed the first chapter. Not all parts will be from the Doctors POV. I hope you all enjoy it.