Gethsemane
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I admit the title is a little pretentious but the tone of this series gets a lot darker. One of the darkest books in the English language is the Bible, after all it's not all sweetness and light and the God of Love in Revelations and most of the Old Testament. Here is Gregory alone, struggling with his own inner demons and his past. Hey, why can't a Time Lord be screwed up?
"Where there's life, there's hope."
Common Proverb
Avanno sat amongst the long grass, on the mountainside, meditating. He felt the river of Time flowing around him like a whispering brook slipping around a rock in its path, then reshaping as if nothing were there.
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Gregory sat amongst the long grass, in the TARDIS' arboretum, meditating. He felt the lashings of the raw Time winds beating against the shell of his craft, it seemed like the lashings of the penitents striking his ship. In front of him sat a beautiful red and yellow flower like an orchid with petals of coral, it had never left the TARDIS, and inside it nestled the instructions for growing another House. Gregory set aside the condition of his ship, and focused on the plant gradually stripping it of mineral salts. As he did so it wilted and the energy it required diverted elsewhere.
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"History repeats itself. It always repeats itself. At the beginning of the Universe, an outward rush of matter occurs creating stars and planets to be born. At the end of the Universe, those same stars and planets rejoin the mass they were formed from, ready to form again anew. That's Life…"
"Really Cousin Salyavin?"
"Yes Avanno, that is why Travel theory only allows back as far as Event 1"
"I thought that was the back-time buffers."
"Yes…" smiled the older Time Lord, "They only prevent us going to Gallifrey's past."
The Time Tot looked up at his elder Cousin. "I think it's time for you to be in brain-buffing or something, or our Housekeeper Runsazixiel will have my head." The tall blond Time Lord stood up from where they had been lazing in the meadow near the House, looking at the sky and the clouds and luminosity of the transduction barrier. He scooped up Avanno, and plonked him on to his shoulders. They set off through the long grass the Time Tot nearly squealing with delight, Salyavin stopped short as he noticed his younger Cousin Phyllisopora walking through the grass, long green stems flicking at her robes. Definitely more serious than the other two, Phyllisopora was still branded one of 'The Rebels' by Runsazixiel. The group consisted of Salyavin, Phyllisopora and Avanno, and was mildly tolerated rather than excessively pursued, though this more down to Phyllisopora's sensible attitude and desire to impress her elders.
"Where were you?" Asked Phyllisopora concerned
"We were talking about Time," giggled Avanno, Phyllisopora looked up at him and glared, Avanno sulkily replied, "It was intellectually stimulating."
Phyll looked unimpressed, "Really?"
"Of course," Salyavin flashed her a winning grin.
"Well next time don't take time out of Avanno's buffing to do it."
"Sorry, but I came home from the Academy to see the Family, the only one who's pleased to see me is the youngest Cousin. Speaking of whom…" Salyavin finished looking up.
Avanno slid down Salyavin's back and ran off to class.
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The Flower wilted and died, and with the last hope of ever recreating Heartdown, the chance of seeing the home of his memories rotted amongst fallen leaves and grass.