Someday soon
Yet also far away
My courageous child
Will be replaced by the Shadow Man
They all say life's too short
But not the Shadow Man.
He knows that life's too long.
Alas, the Broken Man.
No longer will the Child run and play
For he will become,
Forevermore,
My Morbid Shadow Man.
When the Dreams rebel,
The Shadow Man arises
From the Ashes and the Flame,
A sight of sorrow for all.
But, when it comes, my Shadow man,
Do not struggle, do not fight.
For the more darkness you absorb, Shadow Man,
The more you reflect the Light.
Clara was sitting on a bench in front of a shop. She was waiting for Nina to hurry up and get her things so they could just go. Clara amost laughed at herself, thinking, I would of leaped at the chance to go to London just to shop a few years ago. But here I am now, and all I can think about is leaving! Talk about irony. But of course, being able to travel with a futeristic alien through all of time and space can have that effect on you. It makes everything you would of leaped to do before seem extreamly dull and boring.
But then, Clara heard a small squeak towards her left. She turned her head, and sort of gawked in horror at what she saw.
Standing there, sort of lurking in the shadows, was a skiny man in his early twenties at most. The man's hair was the darkest black, and went everywhere. His skin would of been pale, but he was covered in dirt, mud, filth, and what looked a bit like dried blood. The man wore only dark colors; a grey shirt, a black trench coat, grey pants, and black shoes.
But it wasn't the man's appearance that scared her, but the look in the man's silvery-blue eyes. There was a very strong and obvious glint in that man's eyes. A glint of absolute terror and fear. But it wasn't just that. The man's eyes just looked... Familiar. Like she's seen the expression written in his horrified eyes before. After staring for several minutes, she realized where she saw that look from. But that was impossible. Absolutly insane, but she couldn't deny it.
She knew where she saw that look before. She saw it only once, on a compleatly diffrent face.
And what face was that? Why, she saw that look on no other than the Doctor himself. And that's why the man's look scared her.
Because her Doctor was the only one who'd ever have the capacity to ever have that look.
First, came denial.
Clara just sat there, staring. This can't be happening. It's just a hallucination, nothing more. The man's just not there. He can't be. He's not. I don't want him to be real...
Next came acceptance.
Alright, alright! He's real. That man is real. He's standing there, real as everything else. He's really... There.
Then came doubt.
That's not the Doctor. He might have that same look on his face, but it's not the Doctor. Defenitly not the Doctor. It's impossible for him to be the Doctor.
And last came the fear. The all-consuming fear.
I've got to get out of here!
Clara stumbled to her feet, glanced at the man once more, and ran. Ran as fast as her legs would carry her. She would of kept running, too, running from the man, running from her fears, but she had forgotten something important.
She had forgotten Nina in the shop.
Luckily, when she got back, the man had gone. He had just sort of vanished.
But Clara just couldn't stop wondering who exactly was that strange Shadow Man.
AN- Hello! I hoped you enjoyed my Prolouge. This is my very first attempt at a fan fiction, so feel free to comment! Most of this will be in Clara's POV, but because she can't be everywhere at every time, so I will switch occasionally. I'm hoping to get an update up at least once, maybe twice a week. But I might take a while if I have writers block.
Disclamer: No I do NOT own Doctor Who, or Clara, or any other reffrences I make unless I specify it is mine. Like the poem is mine, so no stealin!