Prologue
*'Ney tal bej *Saa'Iren,
Ja' siel ba se'les
Ial shelem ta falor
Ney tal bejh Kai Velom
Ja' siel tes falor
Fel a'shin sog'da Pellen
Sep Nifel kad Dellas
Lov Pellen dev nas bel
Silfam pel vaj't fad Siid'
It was a small, dark angular building with a walled orchard of silver- leafed Kaden-Wood trees at its center. One of the Five Founding Houses of Gallifrey dating back to the Old Time, it was older than the hill it sat on. It also held a vast and prestigious history. From this respected House, hailed the great Kithriarch, Amnoni Distuyssor Lorizhon a member of the first Chronaut crew that physically pierced the veil of time. As well, from this place came members of the High and Supreme, Council of Time Lords, along with Chancellor and Lord President. And deep within its confines lay a secret kept since before the Old Time.
"Uh."
A faint, pain-ridden voice uttered from within a hidden room in the cellar below. Vast in size, it lay full of vaults from which members of the House of Blyledge rested in peace undisturbed. The speaker sat up slowly form the coffin-like cubicle, clutching his chest, and began to cough heavily, heaving up a thick, dark, reddish-green mixture of blood, bile and mucus from his system over the side. Wiping his mouth with a tattered, dark blue shirt, he got out of it, and stood up slowly to get his bearings. His physiological functions quickly began to reassert themselves, after lying dormant for so long. In response to the Gallifreyan's presence, lights that had lain dead for literally ages, flashed to life, filling the room with a soft, bluish-white glow. They revealed a figure of about sixteen years in appearance, with reddish-gold hair and dark, hazel eyes, clothed in a mixture of black and dark blue.
'How. how long did I mentally induce stasis. does the Pythia still live. or have I stepped into the Time of Future Legends.' There were but a few questions that drifted randomly into his mind. He trudged slowly towards a computer terminal and activated it, pulling up a random networking channel. 'Ancient Gallifreyan is no longer in use I see.as does Middle Gallifreyan it seems. Still, this doesn't look that difficult to decipher. I think.'
"Computer, recognize voice print, Auden Lorizhon of the House of Blyledge."
"Voice print recognized."
"Computer, in correlation to my relative and conceptual time state, how long have I been in stasis on Gallifrey?
"Calculating." A series of letters and numbers in semi- recognizable characters steadily flew across the screen. He was beginning to notice their meaning. "All Data indicates that you have been in stasis for approximately two million years.
The Gallifreyan male stared silently at the screen with a look of complete shock riddled with horror. With all his mental functions fully returned, nervously glanced around the still, cold room, almost panic- stricken in conjecture. Something was incomplete, almost lacking, and required effort to feel that familiar 'presence.' Coming to the realization of what it was, several tears began to drift down his face as he lay back in the chair with in sorrow of the loss. Perfect stasis could not totally save his Extra-Temporal Perception, a power that allowed him to sense time and its' effect with great ease, had diminished somewhat in strength. The organ within his hypothalamus had weakened, though not to a great extent as was assumed among those who were called Individuals. His once, powerful telepathic abilities felt waned as well, but still felt very formidable nonetheless. His psionic abilities, a separate mental force that stemmed primarily from the temporal lobe felt no different.
'Have to find her. must see is she's alive.' The words resounded strongly in his mind as he sat up, and ran his fingers at superhuman speeds over the touch-sensitive array of key before him. During his long, deep sleep, it was her voice, the voice of his mother that filled his mind. In his youth, she would sing to him, either vocally or telepathically, lulling his soundly to sleep.
'Perhaps she is safe and sound somewhere.'
Only two words popped up on the screen.
He took in a deep breath, quietly reading the transpired events; the rebellions that transpired between Pythia and Loom born children, her second marriage after the death of his father, a new life that was cut short as another rebellion transpired, the capture of her children, and finally, her escape from Gallifrey. He took in the information with an unnatural calm that stifled the room in an over abundance of solemn reverence and gloom.
The stark silence was transposed into surfacing anger, bringing with it all the artron energy he could will into existence. The Gallifreyan's lower jaw trembled slightly as he curled his left hand into a fist, tightening until blood began ooze forth. He wanted to destroy those barbaric murderers for their uncivilized and blatantly racist acts thought abolished long ago on Gallifrey. However, primitive emotions gave way to more higher and rationalized thinking, and his anger abated. He wiped his left hand of the accumulated blood and sighed.
'Though this be my Homeworld, that I have loved and cherished since my youth, I feel more so alien, than any humanoid that ever stepped foot on Gallifrey.' He shut down the computer, stood up and slowly approached the door. 'Too much has changed on Gallifrey, possibly more than I know.' He activated a touch panel revealing screen with a thousand intricate characters, a minuscule portion of the 10,000,000 letter alphabet he was accustomed to. 'No use staying here sulking. It's time to emerge, time to catch up on two million years of history that I've missed, and most importantly,' He looked down at his clothes, and the first smile in a very long time settled lightly on his face. 'Time for a change.'
------------------------------------------------ *Ancient Gallifreyan Nursery Versery
Be not afraid *Saa'Iren,
For I am here with you, To comfort and protect you.
Be not afraid My Son,
For I am inside you, And shall be there for all time
My love is unfading,
Though Time may divide us,
I'll always be in your heart.
*Saa'Iren: An ancient Gallifreyan word denoting an expression of deepest affection, as in the love of a mother and child. Due to the complexities of the language, closest translation that can be rendered is 'Most Precious Soul.''
*'Ney tal bej *Saa'Iren,
Ja' siel ba se'les
Ial shelem ta falor
Ney tal bejh Kai Velom
Ja' siel tes falor
Fel a'shin sog'da Pellen
Sep Nifel kad Dellas
Lov Pellen dev nas bel
Silfam pel vaj't fad Siid'
It was a small, dark angular building with a walled orchard of silver- leafed Kaden-Wood trees at its center. One of the Five Founding Houses of Gallifrey dating back to the Old Time, it was older than the hill it sat on. It also held a vast and prestigious history. From this respected House, hailed the great Kithriarch, Amnoni Distuyssor Lorizhon a member of the first Chronaut crew that physically pierced the veil of time. As well, from this place came members of the High and Supreme, Council of Time Lords, along with Chancellor and Lord President. And deep within its confines lay a secret kept since before the Old Time.
"Uh."
A faint, pain-ridden voice uttered from within a hidden room in the cellar below. Vast in size, it lay full of vaults from which members of the House of Blyledge rested in peace undisturbed. The speaker sat up slowly form the coffin-like cubicle, clutching his chest, and began to cough heavily, heaving up a thick, dark, reddish-green mixture of blood, bile and mucus from his system over the side. Wiping his mouth with a tattered, dark blue shirt, he got out of it, and stood up slowly to get his bearings. His physiological functions quickly began to reassert themselves, after lying dormant for so long. In response to the Gallifreyan's presence, lights that had lain dead for literally ages, flashed to life, filling the room with a soft, bluish-white glow. They revealed a figure of about sixteen years in appearance, with reddish-gold hair and dark, hazel eyes, clothed in a mixture of black and dark blue.
'How. how long did I mentally induce stasis. does the Pythia still live. or have I stepped into the Time of Future Legends.' There were but a few questions that drifted randomly into his mind. He trudged slowly towards a computer terminal and activated it, pulling up a random networking channel. 'Ancient Gallifreyan is no longer in use I see.as does Middle Gallifreyan it seems. Still, this doesn't look that difficult to decipher. I think.'
"Computer, recognize voice print, Auden Lorizhon of the House of Blyledge."
"Voice print recognized."
"Computer, in correlation to my relative and conceptual time state, how long have I been in stasis on Gallifrey?
"Calculating." A series of letters and numbers in semi- recognizable characters steadily flew across the screen. He was beginning to notice their meaning. "All Data indicates that you have been in stasis for approximately two million years.
The Gallifreyan male stared silently at the screen with a look of complete shock riddled with horror. With all his mental functions fully returned, nervously glanced around the still, cold room, almost panic- stricken in conjecture. Something was incomplete, almost lacking, and required effort to feel that familiar 'presence.' Coming to the realization of what it was, several tears began to drift down his face as he lay back in the chair with in sorrow of the loss. Perfect stasis could not totally save his Extra-Temporal Perception, a power that allowed him to sense time and its' effect with great ease, had diminished somewhat in strength. The organ within his hypothalamus had weakened, though not to a great extent as was assumed among those who were called Individuals. His once, powerful telepathic abilities felt waned as well, but still felt very formidable nonetheless. His psionic abilities, a separate mental force that stemmed primarily from the temporal lobe felt no different.
'Have to find her. must see is she's alive.' The words resounded strongly in his mind as he sat up, and ran his fingers at superhuman speeds over the touch-sensitive array of key before him. During his long, deep sleep, it was her voice, the voice of his mother that filled his mind. In his youth, she would sing to him, either vocally or telepathically, lulling his soundly to sleep.
'Perhaps she is safe and sound somewhere.'
Only two words popped up on the screen.
He took in a deep breath, quietly reading the transpired events; the rebellions that transpired between Pythia and Loom born children, her second marriage after the death of his father, a new life that was cut short as another rebellion transpired, the capture of her children, and finally, her escape from Gallifrey. He took in the information with an unnatural calm that stifled the room in an over abundance of solemn reverence and gloom.
The stark silence was transposed into surfacing anger, bringing with it all the artron energy he could will into existence. The Gallifreyan's lower jaw trembled slightly as he curled his left hand into a fist, tightening until blood began ooze forth. He wanted to destroy those barbaric murderers for their uncivilized and blatantly racist acts thought abolished long ago on Gallifrey. However, primitive emotions gave way to more higher and rationalized thinking, and his anger abated. He wiped his left hand of the accumulated blood and sighed.
'Though this be my Homeworld, that I have loved and cherished since my youth, I feel more so alien, than any humanoid that ever stepped foot on Gallifrey.' He shut down the computer, stood up and slowly approached the door. 'Too much has changed on Gallifrey, possibly more than I know.' He activated a touch panel revealing screen with a thousand intricate characters, a minuscule portion of the 10,000,000 letter alphabet he was accustomed to. 'No use staying here sulking. It's time to emerge, time to catch up on two million years of history that I've missed, and most importantly,' He looked down at his clothes, and the first smile in a very long time settled lightly on his face. 'Time for a change.'
------------------------------------------------ *Ancient Gallifreyan Nursery Versery
Be not afraid *Saa'Iren,
For I am here with you, To comfort and protect you.
Be not afraid My Son,
For I am inside you, And shall be there for all time
My love is unfading,
Though Time may divide us,
I'll always be in your heart.
*Saa'Iren: An ancient Gallifreyan word denoting an expression of deepest affection, as in the love of a mother and child. Due to the complexities of the language, closest translation that can be rendered is 'Most Precious Soul.''