Hi there. Shadowfax here. Well we are kinda following a stream of episodes now, then may go freelance in a few chapters. So here's a challenge. If every person who reads this can comment with an episode you would like to see in here we would be happy. So yeah. Enjoy.

Since when did I wear this? A white shirt? A red and yellow tie? Black tights? A plaid skirt? Coupled together with pale blue converse. Attack of the High school Time-Lord. Great. Long brown hair tied into a bloody bobble. What the hell? Reaching up I untied it. It practically leapt from the band and began to blow around my face. Where was I? My day was just getting better and better. Wandering around Rassilon knows where looking like a character from high-school-musical. A film I still hadn't recovered from watching.

Why the hell had i let Jack talk me into watching it. Why did he even have it on his Ipod?

I turned, carefully taking in my surroundings. The inky blackness. The Battlefield.

It was then that I noticed the gravestones.

Everywhere. Millions of them. Some names I recognized. Some I didn't. Some gave me a funny feeling, like I should know them.

It was silent but at the same time buzzing with noise. Every gravestone seemed to be broadcasting the same message."On the fields of Trenzalore, at the fall of the Eleventh, when no living creature may speak falsely or fail to give answer, a question will be asked. A question that must never, ever be answered."

I knew that prophecy. Everyone did.

The Fall of the eleventh.

Did that mean?

No… surely not.

It did.

Oh Rassilon please no. The fall of the eleventh... NO!

Not my Doctor.

Please.

Crap. Not her. Not her too. Rassilon if you ever valued my sanity. PLEASE!

"Calm yourself Etern. Control. Focus your mind on what matters most."

"But… him-"

"Deep breath. How about you focus on something that really doesn't matter to you what so ever. The most absurd thing ever. Anything to take your mind from the task at hand."

"Well I've lost those rolls I had in my first regeneration."

"What?!"

"You told me to think of something else."

"Yes but . . . "

"Never mind!"

"You just have to let events run their due course."

"Have you killed her? My only friend? He can regenerate but she can't. If you've killed her..."

"Calm yourself Rain. I do not die here, even you know that. I die in the library."

"What! River!" There she was. Hell in High Heels. "But the grave!…"

"Calm yourself."

"But-"

"Right Rain. You cannot let him see you else time shall unravel, so stick to the shadows and achieve your goal."

"But I do not have a goal."

"Yes you do."

"But-"

"I must go now. He needs me. Remember Maneshya, look with your mind and not your eyes, believe only what you know to be true. I shall see you again one day my friend."

"But-"

"Maneshya, Pardon not but. Where are your manners."

"Stuff it voice, who even are you?"

As usual it ignored her question.

And River faded away to nothingness leaving me standing there alone amongst the gravestones. I had figured out where I was now. Trenzalore. The eerie whisper was a hell of a lot more evident now. A different voice. His voice. Whispering me a warning.

'Do you hear the Whisper Men? The Whisper Men are near.
If you hear the Whisper Men then turn away your ear.
Do not hear the Whisper Men, whatever else you do.
For once you've heard the Whisper Men they'll stop. And look at you.'

"What now?!"

"When will you gain the patience of a Time-Lady?"

"When ever you stop being so bloody vague."

"Language Etern. Those are not the words of the Last pure Time-Lady."

"What?!"

My thoughts were reeling and I had absolutely no idea what to think. No matter what River had said about trusting only my mind.

"Maneshya! The Rain! The Arrow!" A rather disturbing voice hissed "You are ours now."

"What?!"

"You are ours now, we are taking you to our Master."

I don't know where I am. :They came: It's like I'm breaking into a million pieces and there is only one thing I remember: I am The Rain: I have to save the Doctor: I always follow the Doctors footsteps: He always looks different. I always know it's him. :I followed him through every step of the way: Sometimes I think I'm everywhere at once :Past, present, and future: running every second just to find him. Just to save him. :But no longer: But he never hears me. :I left him: Almost never. I blew into this world on a leaf. :I fall with the rain around me: I'm still blowing. :Never stopping: I don't think I'll ever land. :Landing where-ever, whenever: I'm Clara Oswald. :I'm Maneshya: I'm the impossible girl. :The Rain and The Arrow: I was born to save the Doctor

And now I walk away

Right so the itallics inside colons are Maneshya. I know it's confusing but hey. Hope you like this Eek. And I hope you see yourself in my inspirational words Fer.

Until the next chapter.

oh and this chapter starts a new part of the story called 'Time Can Be Rewritten'