The Lost
Imbedded in the land of Wasteland was all she knew about herself. She could see everything, but interact with no one. The citizens of Wasteland called her the Angel of Wasteland, but she didn't feel like one. She couldn't help them, she could barely control the earth that she was encased in. The Guardians would sometimes kiss the forehead of the stone face carved into the Angel side of the Caverns. It was her face. It appeared there when she was cast into Wasteland years ago. It meant she was trapped there, waiting for someone...
But now Wasteland was in trouble. The Doctor... and the Guardians... She cried at the loss of her only companions who gave her pity. The earth of Wasteland shook as she cried. She was lost. Who would save her friends from their grisly fate?
