(Author's Note: Well, this story is going to be either a hit or miss. But rather than having it in continuity with the Doctor we all know and love, this fic will be completely different as it will be somewhat more arcane rather than science. Just to adherred to for Fiorre's sake. Not to mention the amount of characters that this current arc has will also be a challenge to write. So bear with me if I don't update. But the rest I'll explain later after the prologue.)
Prologue - Playing God
"Cursed, cursed creator! Why did I live? Why, in that instant, did I not extinguish the spark of existence which you had so wantonly bestowed?" - Frankenstein, by Mary Shelley
It was a massacre, everywhere bones and broken bodies littered the very foundation of this black sabbath. The fight lasted for a week and what remains in the chamber that was the Dark Guild, Nox Ossuary, was an ending not fit for any story. Be it noir or fairy tales.
A battle of Liches and Mages had occured, each side thirsting for blood and fueled by rage. Incantations and Destructive spells has left this unsettling chapel in ruins and all that remains moving was a young girl struggling to stand; looking around her surroundings and all the while clutching her wounds.
Never had Mavis Vermillion wished for such a grim scene. Her best members either dead or severly wounded to the point of unconsciousness. But the stakes were greater than either side would have anticipated, especially now to where she can use this last bit of peace to her advantage. A glimmer of light caught her eye; the very thing that they were all fighting for. The most potent of all lacryma crystals, only three of these violatile rocks exist in this world and somehow the Nox had found two of them. The third's location has yet to be disclosed.
"So much suffering for such a small fragment...", Mavis wondered, now limping towards her bloody prize. " But in the end, it will detemine the course of our future."
The master hovelled painfully to crystal's location. Biting her tongue from crying out from her searing wounds. As Mavis finally picks it up, she noticed one of her dead compatriots.
The corpse was that of a young adult, barely over the age of eighteen. He had shown great promise and potential to being one of Fairy Tail's finest examples. His future now violently cut short due a decision of taking a devestating spell that was meant for Mavis. She fought back tears from his rash decision of self-sacrifice.
Next to his mangled body was truely something out of place. A telephone box, bright red with windows tinted so dark to the point of complete obscurity. Despite the amount of damage the battle caused, the booth sursprisingly still remained intact, as if it was pristine to begin with.
"There's little to no knowledge on the box to begin with." Said the Guildmaster, now pulling bits of shrapnel out of her arm. " Everything we needed to know about it, it died with you."
As she knelt beside the body, Mavis noticed the where previous spell did the most damage to him. A massive gash located to where right temple should've been. The wound traversed from the right side of his face, over his scalp, and down behind his left ear. Upon closer inspection she noticed he was still breathing. The kid is barely alive but now practically braindead from such a horrid infliction.
She looked at the Red Booth and then at the boy.
"This box is too dangerous to destroy without your confirmation," The Master said, her voice now raising with mixed emotions. She turned the vegetable on his back and shifted before his bloodied face. A look of uncertainty displayed briefly before turning into that of determination.
"My child, the sacrifice you gave was grand if not foolish."
Mavis puts some magic into the crystal palmed in her hand and it begins to resonate. The master then held the glowing lacryma above her teammate's head.
"But I need you back from the dead; for I have an assignment that's only fitted for you and your abilities."
She puts more magic into the rock as it begins fusing with the guild member's mind. Her determined looked immediately turns into a solemn expression.
"However, the task requires you to be far away from Fairy Tail from now until the end of time.", She sobbed quietly after giving the bad news with the worse yet to come.
"And it would also mean that I will have to play God with your very life."
The lacryma is now shaking violently, as if its about to erupt from the constant entropy it was recieving from its wielder. Just as its about to shatter, Mavis raises up one of her hands into the air and balls it into a fist.
"I can only hope you can forgive me for what I'm about to do..."
And with those final words she struck the crystal straight into his head and a blast of potent magic explodes into an intense shockwave of power and light from its sheer impact.
(Author's Note: There's your prologue. But like I said, I'm still in midst of brainstorming. Mostly because I'm still deciding whether or not to name this OC as "The Doctor" despite him not being a Time Lord. To me, The Doctor will always be from Gallifrey and not from somewhere else. So more likely he will have a different name.
As for the participants in the Games, like I said its going to be tough. Everyone has different traits and whether or not they contribute to the story will also be a complete pain to write. Not to mention pairings... Ooh, that there be some uncharted waters.
But like I said, still brainstorming. However, let me know if this fic starts going south and I'll delete immediately with no second thoughts.)