A bit short, but I hope you enjoy!

Amy and Rory were in awe. The Doctor rambled on about the Avalonians, as if such magnificence was common place for him. Above them arched high marble ceilings of marble embellished with precious metals in ornate designs. What seemed like solid gold frames edge windows looking out onto an expanse of lush greenery.

"...so with their superior technology, because let's admit it, in the scheme of things, you humans are pretty slow, it seemed like magic. Any description of 'fairyland' was actually based on what humans saw when accidentally got caught in the teleportation stream of an Avalonian."

"If this is fairyland" said Amy in a hushed whisper "then my colouring books as a child were pretty spot on."

The Doctor paid little to no attention to what she had said and continued talking.

"Take, for example, J.R.R. Tolkien - a very lovely man! Well, actually, that's the thing – he was Avalonian. His composition of races for his most famous books were a mix from Avalon and the surrounding planets as well as earth."

Rory blinked, shaking his head.

"Hang on, Tolkien wasn't human? Nu-uh, not believing that." he said.

"I thought you said they were advanced? How are bows and arrows 'advanced'?" asked Amy, beginning to shake the spell that the overall splendour had cast over her.

The Doctor sighed in exasperation.

"He used their history. Duh!" he exclaimed with a roll of his eyes, before scrunching up his nose in disgust. "Remind me never to say that again." he said, before finally lapsing into silence as he began inspecting the engravings on a door frame with his sonic screw driver.

"It's so beautiful here." murmured Amy

"Yes, yes it is." agreed Rory as he wrapped his arm around her. His gaze was definitely not focused on their surroundings.

The Doctor rolled his eyes again at the clichéness of it all.

"What I want to know" said the Doctor, cutting through the moment "is where is everyone? This is the Citadel of the Fae – but there are no Fae in sight."

The Doctor spun around in a lazy circle, haphazardly waving the sonic screwdriver in the air, as if it would give some answer to his question.

"Alright...this way!" he cried striding off.

Amy and Rory were left to follow as best they could. The Doctor began listing off possible reasons for the overall absence of life.

"National Holiday? Nope, there would still be noise. Sleeping Beauty has become a reality? Would need to have a constant supply of Metrova gas, which would have knocked us all out by now, so no again.

He kept striding ahead, his walk almost a now a run. he came to a door leading to the outside and flung it open dramatically. The bang of the doors colliding with the wall shattered the ominous silence that surrounded them. Amy spun to face the building.

"It looks like a cathedral Doctor – couldn't they just not live around here?" she questioned as she closed her eyes, enjoying the sunlight as it poured onto her already sun kissed face.

The Doctor began poking around the bushes closest to the door.

"A perfectly reasonable assumption if you've never been here before. I have, and let me tell you, there are always people in there. This Citadel of the Fae is the place in which resides the Mistira. Which is, by the way, an unknown source that apparently contains the heart of all existence. Or so legend says. Legends a funny thing you know, the amount of times it turns out to be true is quite disturbing."

"But..." started Rory

"It's supposedly in the catacombs beneath the citadel which creates quite an interesting choice, if I do say so myself."

"Doctor..." Rory began again, before he was cut off.

"Shhhh..." hissed the Doctor, pressing a finger to his grinning lips.

Silence reigned again.

"See?" he said enthusiastically "Nothing. No noise, no suggestion of civilisation."

The Doctor beckoned for his two companions to follow him through the forest. He walked backwards as he talked, directing most of his chatter at Amy.

"The people of Avalon are highly technologically dependant. And no matter how hard you try, large technologies always make a noise – take the TARDIS for example."

Amy raised an eyebrow.

"True enough, but River said that was just because you left the brakes on."

The Doctor pulled a face.

"That's beside the point. I happen to like that sound – It has character."

Rory looked confused

"Who's River?" he asked.

Amy grinned.

"She's the Doctor's future wife." she teased, flicking a glance at the timelord in question.

"No, she is not – I have more sense than that. And, no offence, marriage in my opinion is an antiquated ritual."

"But you sonicked her!" retorted Amy

"I 'sonic' a lot of things Pond. Doesn't mean that I'm going to marry them all." he responded before turning the sonic screwdriver on her. "See? I just 'sonicked' you, but it doesn't mean I'm going to marry you. In fact, I think that Rory would have something to say about that."

Amy gave a sniff of indignation as Rory blinked in a decidedly confused manner.

"Ummm...Doctor..." he began

"What is it now Rory?" the doctor said as he shield his eyes from the sun as he looked up towards the canopy that covered them.

"Behind you." whispered Amy

With a dignified 180, the Doctor turned to look at what had his two companions so stunned.

"What...?" he cocked his head slightly "Well, hello trouble!"

Well, after a very long break from this story, I am back. Perhaps because losing myself in another world is so much more fun than studying for a Lit Exam. Which, by the way, should not be allowed to exist.

I hope no-one is too OOC, give me heads up if I'm pushing things.

Reviews=Love=Sanity...Something which I am entirely too short of currently

See you next Chapter!

Kylara-Jade

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