TO CONTROL THEM ALL…
The spire in the lake of lava loomed as the Doctor struggled up the mountain, cloak flapping in the wind, umbrella raised to protect him from ash. The only light came from molten rock, and the malevolent eye of fire staring down from the top of the spire.
He struggled inside a looming archway and saw the Master, on a ledge, staring at an object in his hand.
A small gold ring.
"Drop it, Master!" the Doctor pleaded. "You can't control the ring! It's controlling you!"
The Master smiled crazily at the Doctor.
"It's mine, Doctor." he hissed. "My precious."
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The day I wrote this was the same day I finally saw 'The Return of the King'. And there was a new challenge on DW100. I make no excuses.
