Edit: This story has been through several editing stages and has Queen Beastie as a beta now.
So...I've been wary of posting this story for a while, but I've decided to go ahead and do it. I really appreciate any feedback, and constructive criticism. Anyways, welcome to the first story of my "Doctor Who" story arc. Please enjoy. :)
Disclaimer: "Doctor Who" is copyright to the BBC, and I in no way made any profits off this story. Just enjoyment.
Some myth stuff to get us started, and some Oods...
Prologue
The universe sits in the Hourglass, watching time go by through frosted glass and tears of ice.
No. No, this wasn't right. A story being rewritten? That did not happen often. It was an interesting change of events.
Ood Sigma looked up at the stars sharply visible through their clear atmosphere. They all still gleamed in the dark sky and sat primly in their places. They hadn't disappeared, they did disappear and yet they never had moved. Events. They were being rearranged.
But by what?
"My Ood brother, what seems to be troubling you?" the Elder Ood sat next to him.
Sigma blinked slowly. He tilted his head and replied, "You do not feel it?"
"A story is getting retold, yes," he nodded. "We all feel the many ripples in time."
"But what can retell his story?" Sigma asked. He turned back to the fire, everything still blurry in his mind. "What storyteller can do this?"
"The Hourglass."
Sigma's eyes widened and his mind reeled. The legends were so vivid to him now...
Time was ever flowing through the shapely glass, constantly being struck by the storms of man and creatures alike. A gray mass of clouds glowed over the vast golden desert of sand within the upper half of the glass, lightning only adding to the strange light being produced. It was here that legends were born.
Many gentle hands had stabilized the Hourglass throughout the centuries, watching and caring for time. Some had died young, some had died old, some had lived in the shadows, some had lived in the sun, some had only done what was needed, and some had delved passed the normal barriers.
All the owners of the hands had watched with amusement and some with trepidation as a small blue box flew to and fro through the vortex. The rare creature that used this time machine caused fixed events to happen, caused some things to happen that weren't meant to. No one paid him much mind unless he did something that could injure time.
Myths and legends had been weaved into the tapestry of time about the Hourglass. The sands stained with blood, the shadowy hand that dug into all of time to collects bodies. The beasts of old, the ones the Ood had known about for ages and the ones that had become the Leviathans of Earthen cultures. Legends were sparked from the truths that the Ood say, and myths sprang from legends.
Legends told that the Hourglass kept a keeper by its side, always. Time shattered when it was left to its own devices with no avatar to connect it to specific timelines. Of course, it was hard to determine what fact was and what embellishment was. Even the Ood elders had a difficult time.
An element was always connected to the keepers. Ood Sigma knew that the legends told that the first was connected to the cosmos, to everything in existence. Others were linked to water, metal, bone, fire, earth, and as far as his time seeing mind could tell there was frost….
Everyday, the shimmering glass heralded the happenings of the strange man with a blue box. The current Keeper shifted uncomfortably, becoming ever more paranoid.
The fixed event. It all became unclear. Everything became fogged and nearly impossible to see what was to happen. Regeneration should not cause this, the changing from one face to another. It never caused this before. This was against the rules. The Keeper knew that this was wrong, and the ever faithful shadow companions and the Hourglass itself knew it, too. Time should never be sheltered from the Keeper's view.
The earth will be burning...
The Time Lords are returning...
The last white point star's a trap for the Master...
He will knock four times...
And the Doctor will die...
He will always save the human...
He will knock four times...
And the Doctor will die...
Wispy images filled the dim cave, clearing away the fog from times to come. Past faces and voices echoed sorry nothings. Monsters and aliens reached towards the center, claws and tentacles and teeth and guns just barely missing the face in the center of the brewing storm. And his words made the Keeper's breath hitch.
"I don't want to go."
"His song is ending," a tall shadowed creature whispered from the side of the cave, just out of the immense glow and golden light of the past, present, and future. The Keeper inhaled sharply.
"I know."
I borrowed some lines off of Chameleon Circuit's song "The Doctor is Dying" for the last bit there. Those first three lines belong to them. Thank you for reading. :)
