A/N: This is what happens when you watch Fiddler on the Roof and Mulan on the same day. However, this story is not a rewrite of either of those films. They merely served as inspiration. I wanted to give you a little Christmas gift, so I'm posting the prologue early. I will continue posting after Christmas!

Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who or anything. That all goes to the BBC.

Prologue

The storm was over. They had won... Or lost. It depended on how you looked at it. The important thing was that it was over. The people were safe. Not that they ever realised they were in danger. They would never know. They would never remember. But that's good. He would always remember. It was his duty as their leader to carry the burden for them. At least he wasn't completely alone. He would always have Her. They hadn't been paired like the others. She was meant to be retired, but he saw the spark still in Her. She was... fantastic. No one understood why he wanted Her, She wasn't like the rest of Her kind, but then again, neither was he. They were a match.

"It's just us now," he said, staring out at the valley below.

"Yes," She agreed solemnly.

"We're the last of our kind, you and me."

"Yes," She repeated before adding, "for now."

He looked over at Her in surprise. "For always, Idris. This is it. There's no one left. Nothing's going to change that."

She gave him a wide grin. "You think so, my Thief?"

He scowled at her. "You and I both know so." He nodded to the village nestled in the valley. "Their memories have altered with the change in timelines. There's no one but us to remember and carry on."

"I see things you cannot. The Valiant Child will restore order. Your perfect match."

"The storm made your time sense even loopier than before. There will be no match for me. My match is gone. Forever. And now I must lead the people alone and you will continue matching them. That's it. End of story."

"The curse of the last Time Lord?"

He sighed heavily, finally feeling the exhaustion from the past several days set in. "Yes. Now goodnight, Idris. It's time you go back to your dwelling. I believe you have three matches lined up for tomorrow."

She gave a small giggle as her Thief stomped away. "She is coming, my Thief. Just you wait."

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