How I Met My Alien

I was riding my horse, Song, by the river. It was a quiet, serene, spring day, the day that I met him.

Her chestnut coat was shining in the mid morning sun. It was silent, apart from her hoofbeats and the sounds of the birds waking up in the Algonquin forest across the river. (that's in Ontario, Canada)

I was about 2 kilometers from the farm, when suddenly a loud, repeating "wooshing" noise came from somewhere to my right. It became very windy, and that, coupled with the loud noise, was simply too much for Song to bear. As I struggled to get her back under control, something big and blue appeared out of nowhere beside me. The last thing I can remember after being thrown was the sight of a man stepping out of a box, and saying something- I think it was, "Oops".

When I came to, I was inside and the first thing I noticed, apart from the pain in my head, was the light. It was soft, and beautiful, and it seemed to come from the walls themselves. Now, it may seem strange that I noticed the lighting before anything else, but you've got to remember, I'm a photographer, it's my job to notice lighting. The next thing I remember is a soft humming noise, coming from all around me. someone was moving close by. When I opened my eyes, I was startled to see a face, blurry at first, hovering above my head. As he gradually came into focus, I saw that he was fairly young. I guessed around 25, with a kind face and eyes that seemed full of something I couldn't understand. I deduced that this was the man I saw climbing out of the blue box earlier. And so, my first words to the illustrious Doctor were, "What the hell is wrong with you, and the where the hell is my horse?" Shocked, he asked, "WHAT?" I was irate. Who was this imbecile? He clearly didn't have the common sense not to magically appear in front of an animal as spooky as a horse. "I said where the hell is my horse? Remember? the one you terrified with your bizarre blue box? WHICH, by the way, can't possibly exist. Things DO NOT just appear out of no where like that!"

"I had a horse once" He began in reply, "well, sort of had one- well, not really. But his name was Arthur. He was a great pal. Yours is fine, by the way; she's tied up nicely outside the TARDIS, munching on some grass. Don't worry, I took off the bridle and replaced it with a halter I had lying around. How is your head by the way?" He had spoken very quickly, but once I had taken a moment to process what he had said, I relaxed a bit, knowing my horse was okay. "Right. That's good about my horse, and I'm glad that you enjoyed your time with Arthur, but can you PLEASE tell me NOW: WHat the hell is going on!

As I said this I looked around me. I was in a room that was more like a sphere than a cube, shaped sort of like an onion with the bottom cut off to make it flat. The room was an orangey-pink and green colour, and it had no windows. I was sitting on a small bed with blue polka-dotted sheets, beside which was an assortment of odd devices, some of which looked like medical equipment I'd seen before, and some of which looked completely alien-seeming.

Alien. Now there's a word I would come to know intimately. For the man who found me was an alien. I know, crazy, right? His name was "The Doctor". Not Doctor Smith or Jones or something like that, just, "The Doctor". When I asked him what he was a doctor for, he simply replied, "everything." Anyway, so his name was The Doctor and he was a Timelord from the planet Gallifrey, which existed billions of light-years away. He was also, he said, 903 years old. Apparently, he traveled around the universe saving planets and species in a time-traveling space ship that looked like a police call box. According to him, some of the recent alien and weird goings on earth were related to what he did. He saved us from the Cybermen. He's a hero. Wow.

The Doctor explained that he had landed beside me because there was a herd of loose Morse running around. "A Morse is what you and I would probably call a centaur." He explained, "Only unlike in many stories, the Morse are a violent, primitive species who are more like ape-horse creatures rather than the classical human-horse kind.

I, of course, offered to help track them down.

"No, absolutely not" He said.

"Why not?"

"Because you could be injured or killed. The Morse are a very dangerous species. They're quite clever, good trackers, they have a keen sense of smell, are armed with primitive yet effective weapons, and, they have absolutely no reason to fear humans. In fact, they have every reason to consider humans as prey."

"Why are they here?"

"Because they were being shipped by spaceship from their home planet of Xercon IV by the Gerries, who collect endangered species from across the galaxy. From what I've figured out, they were headed to earth to pick up some Javan rhinos when they crashed. It seems as though everything on board except for 4 Morse was killed. It would appear as though they've recovered enough to now go on a rampage across the area."

"Then I really could help, I've lived her for 3 years now, and Song and I have done nothing except explore."

It took all of 30 seconds to convince him after that. Looking back, I think he wanted me to come with him. I feel like he's the kind of person who shouldn't be alone.

"Oops, almost forgot!" He said, almost to himself. As he spoke he pulled out a strange metal pen-like object that whirred and glowed at one end. He waved it around my head for a moment then declared I would be fine after some painkillers. As he did so, he said that the little metal thing was called a sonic screwdriver. This was certainly an odd person I was offering to help, feeling much better at this point.

You may be wondering at this point who I am. My name is Alannah Frendin. I was 20 at the time I met the Doctor) I have medium length brown hair, and I have greeny-blue eyes, which I'm told are my best feature. I like biology and art. As I mentioned before, I ride horses; I do dressage (that's like dancing, for horses) and show-jumping. Horse-back riding is my passion; though I would ride an elephant in a pinch. I'm clever, and a bit sarcastic, and I have trouble tolerating fools. And that's about it, I suppose. I guess I'll get back to the story now.