Prelude
Though long since past, I remember my days with the Doctor with vivid clarity. Though many a historian have tried to piece together the disjointed evidence of our adventures together, none have succeeded, and I can hardly blame them - we are the stuff of legends. The closest anyone has gotten was a young human archeologist, but she suspects only a fraction of our adventures together.
The Doctor is known to be a mighty god on my homeworld, who fought against the terrible warriors of old. We worship the Doctor. The different races of my planet know him by many names; The Warwinner, Demonbane, the Weeping Son of the Sky – these are only a few. But we mostly call him , which cannot be written or pronounced in your feeble syllabary. But it most closely means The Man Who Goes Anywhere, or possibly The Man Who Goes Everywhere, depending on the nuances of the regional speech.
When I was young, I, too, thought him a god. Even now, I find myself doubting his mortality. Because if there is anything I know about the Doctor, it is that he goes on. We have a saying on our planet. It is, "As the Doctor will endure, so shall I do." It is a great oath, and we do not use it lightly. It means roughly, "As surely as the Doctor lives forever, I will keep my word."
I met the Doctor at my settlement's Festival of the Sun. Of course, I did not know he was the Weeping Son of the Sky at our first encounter, but I am not so ignorant now. I myself have earned many names, and a prominent place in the lore of my planet. Few still believe I had ever lived, and fewer still live to know that I am alive.
The legends know me as the Stardancer, Lock-pick-hands, the Lady Devoted, and the Raging Tempest. The Doctor calls me Oppoa. My titles have been earned, and the legends are mine. This is the story of how I bewitched a god, and traversed the cosmos with him. This is the tale of how I became the woman who made the Weeping Man laugh.