The Vashta Narada

by Telepathapprentice

A story best read on a dark and gloomy night, when all you have is the fire for light, and the darkness and shadows creep ever closer.

We are the Vashta Narada. We are the lords of the night.

We lived in harmony with the lords of the day, our world turning like the ball it was in the realm of space. But, then, the lords of the cold came to our world, devouring all life. We do not like the cold. We began dying, our unseen elders fading away to never be heard again. So we sent our children away, the eager seeds happily accepting all the universe had to offer. They found a new forest, away from the cold, where they grew and learned.

Then…the Doctor came, whirring from nowhere in his box of death. And he destroyed our children, this Doctor, cut them down like buds from the branch of a pillago tree. The screams echoed across space. And now, we know the Doctor. Lords of both night and day shall avenge this slaughter on him. And we shall join him to his wheel of time and watch as it turns and he screams as it turns.

For we are the Vashta Narada.