A/N: I know it's short. I couldn't think of any ways to make it longer without ruining the effect of it. Enjoy
I am the trickster, the goblin. The oncoming storm. The enemy of the Daleks, and oh, so many other aliens. I am the last Timelord. The Pandorica was built for me. They weren't here to steal the thing. It wasn't opening to let whatever was inside it escape. No, they came to put the worst person in the world in it. To imprision me.
I've seen the end of the universe more times then I care to count, seen the end of too many civilisations. Seen the back of too many companions, dear friends. Yet I refuse to wield a gun in anger. Refuse to actually kill anyone directly. I will happily imprision them forever, to let them think over their sins for eternity. Ironic now then, that I am stuck in the Pandorica. The ultimate jail cell. No way out. No way to escape, not even death. Death would be a long time coming for me anyway. Leaving me, for all of eterntity, to think on my there are many of them. To think on that I let my people die. Twice. I ran. Oh, I ran, so fast, so far. I never stopped, and I never will stop. For all that I am hailed as a hero, I am but a coward. A filthy coward.
I'm old, unbearably old. 907. None of the people I have travelled with can even begin to understand how hard it gets, seeing people wither and die, people that you loved. I wonder why I burden them with myself. Then I remember. Their innocence, their complete wonder at things that I've seen so many times, that I know how they start and how they end, it makes it all new to me. It forces me to see it through their eyes. And each one is different, each one has their own strengths and weaknesses, their own way of seeing things. I will never, ever get over the wonder in a persons eye when they see a different planet for the first time, when they realise its all out there. It will always remind me why I ran on the day my planet, my people burnt.