I sat backstage shaking with nerves and anticipation before my big performance. The two minute warning arrived in the form of Eleanor.

"Two minutes Cal" she chirped. I tried to smile but failed and sat drinking my water slowly through a straw. My two minutes passed in no time at all and I was ushered on stage and wished luck by the usual crowd of backstage crew.

"AND NOW! OUR MOST EAGERLY AWAITED PERFORMANCE... CALLIA GREENWOOD!" Derek's voice boomed through the professional microphone. I took my place centre stage and the music began, the lights glaring down and exposing every imperfection on my all too pale skin. My cue was aproaching and the audience were on the edge of their seats.

"There was a time when men were kind

When their voices were soft

And their words inviting

There was a time when love was blind

And the world was a song

And the song was exciting

There was a time

Then it all went wrong

I dreamed a dream in time gone by

When hope was high

And life worth living

I dreamed that love would never die

I dreamed that God would be forgiving

Then I was young and unafraid

And dreams were made and used and wasted

There was no ransom to be paid

No song unsung, no wine untasted

But the tigers come at night

With their voices soft as thunder

As they tear your hope apart

As they turn your dream to shame

He slept a summer by my side

He filled my days with endless wonder

He took my childhood in his stride

But he was gone when autumn came

And still I dream he'll come to me

That we will live the years together

But there are dreams that cannot be

And there are storms we cannot weather

I had a dream my life would be

So different from this hell I'm living

So different now from what it seemed

Now life has killed the dream I dreamed."

The audience clapped and all I could do was stand there. Transfixed by one man. He was smiling at me with something like recognition in his soft eyes. I broke his gaze and bowed as flowers were thrown at me by my 'fans' and hastily made my way to my dressing room. I collapsed on the sofa and sighed. I felt like a stageschool bratt, forced into performing at the centinery gala of my private school. There was a soft knock at the door and I called for them to come in but the door did not open. I got up, exasperated and opened the door. I saw nobody around in the corridor, not a sign that there had even been a knock. Except one. A small box and a card adressed to me. I rose slowly after picking up the box and returned to my comfortable couch. I opened the box and I saw a bracelet inside with intricate and familiar designs etched into what looked like silver. A deep orange stone resided in the top of the cuff, I slipped the bracelet onto my slender wrist and my mind whired. One word sprang before my closed eyes. Galifrey. I had no idea what it meant but it was just as familiar as the symbols on the bracelet. My fingers idly traced the well-practiced calligraphy on the note.

Callia,

You're not who you think you are child.

When you're ready, you will discover your true self.

I will be waiting.

The doctor.

A/N - On my profile there is a link to what Callia's bracelet looks like, I hope you enjoyed it so far. There's more to come soon and the chapters will get longer :)