A/N: I was reading fanfiction and I felt like I needed to write something meaningful...
Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who
The Timelords. The most brilliant, creative, evolved race. The protectors for those who couldn't protect themselves.
And I am the only one left.
It's funny, no, ironic. We were the brightest of them all, and yet… We destroyed ourselves.
We lost a war because we were too prideful to accept that it was beyond our control.
I am alone now, and it hurts more than I could ever have imagined. But it's okay. I carry their legacy where ever I go.
Not what we became, during a time of war. But who we were, when we used our brilliance for good.
The Timelords are gone now, but I carry their memory. And though I shall never bear arms with them again, I've found new races and people to place my confidence and admiration in.
Because we are never truly alone.
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