Aries: The Ram

(Mar 21 – April 19)

The pioneer and trailblazer of the horoscope wheel, Aries energy helps us initiate, fight for our beliefs and fearlessly put ourselves out there.

"Dalek fleet closing in on our position!" said the scared young man, gripping the sides of the console in desperation. His leader looked at him, noting the fine robes normally reserved for the guards of the inner capital, the most elite force on Gallfirey. Were the Time Lords really that low on reinforcements that they were getting that desperate.

"I see them lad," said the older gentleman, his gravelly face worn down with age and stress, his hair and beard peppered with grey. "Keep on course."

"But Doctor-" began the man, before being silenced by his leader's gaze. "But sir," he corrected. "We're straight on a collision course."

"Correct," the warrior replied, checking his instruments.

"But we'll be killed."

"Not if we dematerialized at the moment of impact. The differences between the inner and outer dimensions of the TARDIS should cause a spacial rift that severely damages the Dalek spaceship."

"It'll rip them in two," said the guard excitedly, before his face fell. "That is, if it actually works."

"Brave heart lad," the warrior said. "Think about what we're fighting for."

"Survival?"

The old man sighed. He couldn't really blame his young companion, not truly. The boy meant well, but it was clear that he didn't understand why wars needed to be fought in the first place.

"We're fighting for the people on that planet down there," he said, feeling like the Doctor again, just for a moment.

"What, those primitives? What do they have to do with anything?"

"If the Daleks land they'll be either enslaved or wiped out. It's our duty to protect life, not just fight for the sake of fighting. If all we want to do is kill, what makes us better than the Daleks?"

The young guard said nothing. Truth be told he didn't give two about some simple beings on a planet who had only just figured out how to make steam engines. They weren't important, their disappearance wouldn't mean anything. He briefly wondered about whether he should fight against the man who had once called himself Doctor, to stop the madman to save both their lives.

But he heard the stories. You don't fight against this man. This man who'd do almost anything to fight for his beliefs. The good man who had gone to war, that's what the other cadets had said. The man who had rules and decided to break them to do what's right.

"If you say so," the young man said, looking at the instrument panel. "But I just want you to know, it has been a privilege fighting with you."

"Likewise," the older gentleman replied. "Get ready for to dematerialize when we ram them."

"You got it sir. See you on the other side."

On the planet the natives looked up at a bright explosion in the sky, like the sun had suddenly risen only to set again. It was an awe-inspiring event that, like all events of its type, quickly ended up falling into legend as time went on. It was this legend they ended up repeating to a strange, weary man who looked liked he lived for far longer than he wanted to. A man who had refused to tell them a name, just saying he was passing through.

A man who was completely alone.