There was once a healer with no name.
This is another story of the traveler who had no identity, only transcended fate itself with his promise to be an eternal healer.
All of it began with the Moon shining gently down upon Earth.
From the birth of history it observed the planet, a silent protector who shone in the void of darkness named outer space. Only Earth had another watcher too...
A watcher named the Doctor.
Although this protector was not a healer at the moment. Rather, a destroyer...
The Doctor sighed, standing within the old police box named the TARDIS (Time and Relative Dimensions In Space). "I think jelly babies would be good after this..."
The TARDIS floated in outer space as the debris of the Dalek fleet disappeared into nothingness. All this time after the fall of Gallifrey, the Daleks never-endingly plagued this beautiful universe only to be defeated by the Doctor. It was an eternal cursed fate for the lonely madman with a box.
The Doctor made one last regretful observation at the destruction before closing the TARDIS doors, dematerializing the box back into the chaos of the time-vortex. The alien-madman was a walker in eternity with no home save which he carried in his hearts. A living story that would hopefully never end...
A bell began to sound within the TARDIS. The Doctor hesitated to stare at the temporal readings on the console-monitor. The TARDIS was undergoing an emergency materialization? "What are you doing, old dear - ?"
The TARDIS then gave a mechanical cry, crashing backward to send the surprised Doctor flying into the console. There was an unidentifiable presence enshrouding the TARDIS as knowledge began unexpectedly flooding into him about another universe with the fantasy of Magic at its heart. The madman with a box gasped bewilderingly, unconsciousness slowly descending from the TARDIS about to crash-land.
The last the Doctor remembered before everything became dark was an unidentifiable young girl dressed in grey.
The TARDIS could only observe in silent despair when its pilot fell into a slumber, finally landing at an unknown destination.
After a moment, the Doctor awakened from unconsciousness as a strange understanding came to him about everything. The TARDIS had materialized in a fantasy-multiverse of Magic. An unknown Summoner was calling upon him as a mortal 'demi-Heroic Spirit' to watch over this Magic-multiverse because an 'Otherworldly Crisis' was about to descend. Although the Doctor was reluctant to wander into other universes, the Summoning had mysteriously caused him to become a Ruler-Class Servant...
The Doctor hesitated in absolute bewilderment. "I have become a Ruler-Class Servant!?"
Who had Summoned him?
There was no answer to this mystery.
After all, this strange journey of fate throughout time and relative dimensions in space was only beginning at the moment.
The Doctor slowly moved to walk outside the TARDIS.
"I, Servant Ruler have answered the Summoning...I ask of you...are you my Master?"