A Brave New World

Prolouge: Time and Life

I never thought it would come to this. It was never supposed to be like this, but then again, time can be rewritten. Time is not a straight like how many think, but you already know this, don't you? To me, however, time is not a line, nor a ball, but a web. It is ever connected, never the same, always growing and spinning, spinning, spinning until it finally runs out. A web can also change patterns, and every once in a while be ripped if something really wants it to be ripped. It ripples in the wind, creating waves of chaos. It catches drops of water, adapting to what is ahead. Throughout all of these wonders, there is always something right in the middle: the web maker, the life giver, God, Zeus, the all-mighty, the spider. There are so many names for what it could be. Truly, not even I know the answer to what it truly is.

I should probably stop rambling and tell you a bit about me. I know most of what there is to know about the universe. Need to know how the universe began? Let's just say it was very catastrophic, yet wonderful. How about the lost city of Atlantis? Really, it was doomed from the start. So many things I know, yet no one to share it with- well, I do have you. And I have companions, but… they never seem to stay for long. They either leave to live their lives, abandon or betray you, or they… Well, all life is fragile. Sometimes… it breaks. And there's nothing you can do about it. Life is like time in the way that it will keep going, stopping for no one, and if you're not careful it can break.

They say you can't travel through time. You have to always look forward, but you can only look back. If this is true, then how do we exist?

There I go again. I always seem to do this, but I've had a lot of time to think about this. 403 years, 9 months, 21 days, 6 hours, and 45 minutes to be exact. That's how long I've been running. I've actually been alive for 740 years, 7 months, 33 days, 1 hour, and 30 minutes, but really, who's counting? I may be young, but I pride myself in my knowledge, and I just want to learn more- wait, what does that have to do with anything? Let's just say others would call me young, but wise beyond my years.

Alright, let's try this again.

I am a Time Lord- well, Time Lady. Once there used to be thousands of us, Time Lords and Gallifreyans alike. We kept the peace, enforced laws, and maybe even caused a little trouble ourselves. I had a group of friends who were just like family. I was just like you, a living being trying to find their way in the world. One day, I thought I found it. Then the Time Wars hit and... Well… That's a whole other story in itself. So many died, and for what? Let's just say, I didn't stick around to find out.

Hm? Oh, who am I? Well, I'm not as well known as the Doctor you all know and love- and that's actually a good thing. He shouldn't know I'm alive. We all have our purpose to fulfill. For now, mine is making sure I don't cross paths with him.

Alright, alright, you have a point. If you're going to be reading a story, you should probably know the main character's name.

My name is the Professor, and this is the story about how I died.

Hey guys, brief OOC author's note moment here. I would like to say that this story will be filled with personal theories, OCxOC, swearing, boyxboy and girlxgirl, and some incorrect theories. If anything is incorrect, feel free to point out. Another thing is that, I'm stating it right now, all characters will be referring to the Time Lords' space/time ships as a TARDIS because I'm an uncreative little shit and I can't think of another name.

So I think that's all I can think of for now, but if anything else comes up, I'll tell you guys. Alright! Thanks for reading this beginning of A Brave New World.

~Midnight