Chapter 1 beginning of the end.
The void. A place what lies between our world and the next, a place where there is nothing, even a war would not be spoke of outside. A girl has been trapped there for longer than she can think of. Romana tends to forget why she never thinks to go home. Her long brown hair falls in perfect ringlets just above her waist and her electric blue eyes sparkle even in the darkest of places. Her nose is always in the wrong place at the wrong time. Plus she never runs from the face of danger. Romana was also a former companion of The Doctor, which is where she gains her courage. She is fighting to save the race the Tharil, as they were slaves to the humans.
But something had gone wrong. The Tharils would protect Romana with their lives as they knew she was the key to their survival. But this time it was too much to handle. They were been attacked by monsters what had been sucked into the void from the battle of Canary Warf in London. The Cybermen and the Dalek's had taken control of their ship. The bunker had been totally destroyed and the rest of it sealed off by Cybermen. The Tharils were doing everything in their power to keep control of what they had left of the ship. Romana was trying to help the best she could with her technical knowledge. She turned and was alarmed when a Tharil came and tried to escort her away from the controls.
"We have to get you away from here" exclaimed the Tharil.
"No I want to stay and help" yelled Romana refusing to go. The Tharil took a hold of her arm and dragged her towards the front of the ship.
"No you can't make me leave we've been through worse than this" she struggled. It placed her firmly in a chair.
"Take these things what have been prepared for you. You'll find some things you are familiar with and others what will be new to you" alleged the Tharil.
"What will I need them for" she exclaimed.
"They will help you along your journey, on your new life".
"But I don't want a new life I want to stay and help we've been through worse than this, please listen to me".
"Please don't argue with me you need to leave now and take this as well". It handed her a strange looking watch that looked like it had survived five generations of hand me downs. She took it with ease and wrapped it around her wrist with the nearly broken buckle. The thing looked like it wouldn't survive another minute. She lifted up the leather lid that covered the face of the watch. But instead of finding an analogue clock face, she found it to be buttons and a little screen.
"What purpose does this serve in my escape" Romana exclaimed sounding disappointed.
"This is no ordinary watch it's called a time vortex manipulator, a little behind to the technology your people used, now please leave and good luck" said the Tharil.
With that she figured out the transport mechanisms and was off. With her departure the Tharils could now focus on surviving and thinking of ways to fight off the Dalek's and Cybermen. But they knew that they were at disadvantage with their numbers being so low and weapons not advanced enough to break through the Cybermen wall. Romana was still travelling through the vortex not knowing how to land as she knew she hadn't programmed coordinates into the landing sequence. She was unable to find the buttons because of the speed she was going at. She managed to reach a key and push it so she disappeared out of the vortex. She materialised on a barren landscape in the middle of nowhere. She stared upon what seemed to be the ruins of a great battle.
So Romana decided to walk on and find help in the emptiness of the area that surrounded her. As she glared in front of her the path she was walking never seemed to end. Sand crept up on her as it covered the decaying spacecrafts of the forgotten war that no one could remember, didn't want to remember. What Romana didn't know is that this was the result of one of the biggest battles the universe had ever seen, the last great time war. Giving up she dropped to the ground on her knees. The scorching sun had wiped any of the energy she possessed. She sprinkled the sand through her dry fingers, and then she looked up at the red skies and the dazzling orange sun. In some strange way it reminded her of her home planet gallifrey. All that were missing were the silver leaved trees and the red grass capped with snow. It was like this planets beauty was wiped clean due to the catastrophic events that a cured here.
Looking up again she saw what seemed to be reflected light bouncing off of glass. Could this be the miracle she had been waiting this whole journey for? She quickly clambered to her feet and ran up to get a closer look. In the distance there was a huge dome made off glass. It was held up by huge golden columns which added to the beauty of the whole thing. This was exciting for her as she may not now be alone on this deceased world. As fast as her legs could carry her she wondered to eyes desire. She stopped at the rim puffing and panting, her heart rate going off the chart. Gleaming with excitement she found the dome to be a city within glass. All she needed to do now was find a way in.
Walking round her body seemed to get heavier for her legs to carry. Out of breath she sunk down and took a deep breath. As she inhaled a new thought crossed her mind, "what if there was never a way in or out of the city". The mere thought of it brought water to her eyes and new negative thoughts to circle in her mind. But she refused to give up. She wiped away the negative thoughts and walked on. Her travels brought her to a small crack in the glass. Her hopes rose to the top again and the smile was no longer false but of real happiness. As she made her way through she examined a once striking, tranquil city where people of this planet lived in happiness and peace. Also reminding her of her home world and how she missed it so. Entering the hole she stared at the great buildings and the tallest right in the middle where it stood out the most.
"BANG" right on the head, Romana collapsed and went down with a thud as the blow to the head made her see the emptiness of her mind.