Hello all, and welcome to The Name of Gallifrey saga! This ten-book series is comprised of 8 novels and 2 novellas, and should be completed sometime around 2020. I am aware that this is a very long term goal; however, I am determined to reach it.

Most of these stories will be Doctor-lite, instead focusing on the OC herself. It's a complicated, emotional, and long journey - that is, thousands of years long. For later reference, Jayda is pronounced 'jAY-duh,' and Iliana is pronounced 'ill-ee-AH-nuh.'

I do hope that you enjoy the story, and without further ado: the curtain rises. The game is afoot!

-ivy matilda blue

Jayda Kenin Osmi loved the suns-set time each night.

They were soft, and peaceful; the bright orbs were comforting and spoke of home. As the twin circles sank below the horizon, Jayda would drag Iliana, her own twin, to the foot of the hills. Together the young Gallifreyans would stand, bathed in light, watching silently with wide eyes as the suns' glow disappeared. The identical suns were Jayda's favourite part of the landscape, shining against the rust coloured sky.

"Iliana!" The innocent giggle would ring through the air as Jayda grabbed her sister's hand, bursting with excitement. "Come on! We're going to miss it!"

Sometimes, baby Vila would toddle along, the smallest Osmi filled with the same curiosity as her sisters. Vila would be scooped up and placed upon one of her sister's hips, pointing and babbling as the trio stared at the descending suns. "Suns-set!" she would cry. "Suns-set, suns-set!"

When the event was finished, they would scurry home before the planet was draped in shadows, laughing and calling to each other. "I'll race you home!"

The suns would rise the next day, and so would the girls. Their routine continued for what seemed like eternity as Jayda and her sisters grew up. Their hair lengthened, then was cut. They fell, then pushed themselves off scraped knees and continued their games. They were dressed in the robes of a student as they were separated – first Jayda and Iliana left for the Academy, and Vila waved as she watched them go.

The youngest sister, aged five, retreated to her room and did not come out until suns-set time.

Three years later, Vila joined them as a member of the newest class in the illustrious school. She wore her student-robes proudly, and held her head high when it was her turn to look into the Schism. Vila was a runner, taking after Iliana. Jayda was different. Her category was left blank for many suns-sets after her brush with the Vortex, and eventually was marked as inspired.

No one could shake the feeling that the young pupil was inches away from madness, if she was in fact still sane.

The Academy years could be lonely, at times, as the three sisters pursued separate lines of study. Other friends surrounded them, and yet something was missing. On particularly lonely nights, the Osmis would watch the suns set from their windows, faces pressed against the glass. From separate rooms, they would watch the twin suns slip lower in the sky and smile, knowing the others were doing the same. "Suns-set," the three would murmur in private. "Suns-set time."

"Do you know what a star does when it dies?" The Traveller's eyes were unfocused as she stared blankly up at the ceiling, lying eagle spread on the floor. A young woman by the name of Wren knelt next to her, her eyes wide and panicked.

"Traveller?" Wren's voice barely hid a quaver behind her iron façade. "You do know that you have a rather fatal-looking wound in your stomach, don't you?"

"Yes. There's one on my back and another on my legs, as well as a piece of glass from the recent explosion lodged in my arm. I'm in pain, Wren –" It was the first time the companion had heard the Time Lady make that admission, "– so do shut up and listen. Do you know what a star does when it dies?"

"Supernova?" Wren whispered in confusion. "I mean, yes, I do know, it's a supernova –"

"Shut up, Wren," the Traveller repeated, though the words sounded tired. "Sixteen regenerations takes a toll."

"Sixteen? You said –"

"I know what I said," she barked, dissolving into a fit of coughing. The Time Lady hid the sheen of blood on her hand when she wiped her mouth. "I lied. I do that often, you know that." She took a deep, shuddering breath, and pushed herself into a painful sitting position. "It's too much. I can't handle it this time."

Something dark and heavy began to grow in the pit of Wren's stomach. "Traveller?" her voice had jumped two octaves. "What –"

"I need you to get out of here." The Traveller finally locked gazes with her companion, her fingers curling as she tried to block out the pain. "And first I'm going to make a list."

"R-right." Wren nodded, trying to calm herself. "A list." She straightened. "I've got that. Tell me what you need."

"Emergency programme three – agh," she gasped, rocking back and uttering a string of Gallifreyan curses, "on the SATTRA. You'll find it. Go. It'll take you to Emily – red hair, you'll know. I want you to tell her I love her."

Wren's brow furrowed. It was so different from the Time Lady's normal demeanour, this new Traveller with her pain-filled dark eyes and blood on her fingertips. "Okay. Next?"

The Traveller held up a hand, one finger already extended. Despite the fact that she was dying, the Traveller managed to keep her composure. She always would. The woman's ego was no match for death, and her arrogance would last longer than the universe. "Emergency programme five will take you to Jacob. Give him the SATTRA." The Traveller yanked her blood-caked Vortex manipulator off her wrist and pressed it into Wren's hand. "This will take you home."

"Emily, Jacob, home." Wren mumbled the words under her breath. She had no clue who those people were, though her determination overpowered her confusion. "Got it."

"And you." The Traveller's next words were quiet.

"What?"

"I'm sorry." She took a deep breath. "Emergency programme one will take you to see the suns set, if you wish."

Wren blinked. "Wait – pardon? What suns?"

"My suns," the Traveller breathed gently, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment. "My twin suns against a burnt orange sky. I always loved the suns-set time."

"On your planet?" Wren swallowed hard, not believing she was having a frivolous conversation such as this at a time this important.

A nod. "Will you watch the suns set for me, Wren? One last suns set."

"O-of course."

"Now go." A smile touched the Time Lady's lips as she leant back, resting her head against the metal floor. "It's my turn for a supernova."

Wren left the Traveller as the SATTRA's emergency programme one was activated, and an image of the suns setting over Gallifrey one last time filled the ship with golden light.

The Traveller loved the suns-set time each night.

Loved, past tense.

Her supernova was too bright for anyone to watch her go.

It was time for the second twin to meet her sister again in a place where both suns still shine.

Such is the legacy of a burning star.