Chapter 4 the forgotten planet

Seeing day light again was like having a hug off the sun. As the solar rays were flourishing through her body the dream was interrupted by a guard placing hand cuffs around her wrists. The guards walked around her making escape merely impossible. At the end of the corridor they came to a big door which was plated gold and beautiful patterns swirled around the front adding to the elegance of the room. Two guards stood watch like they were in a trance and only built for one thing. They were wearing the same thing as the other guards and each carried a staff like the one used to thrust the master with. Their eyes were only focused in front and they stood like robots ready to charge. They pushed open the huge heavy doors to reveal what was on the other side.

Romana had never before seen the court house; her reactions were that of disbelief. The room bigger than the whole building, forgetting that the time lords had the technology to fit bigger things into smaller places. The room was a hive shape and columns upon columns were high above where the members of the court sit and watch the problems below, each thinking that he or she had the power of a god. Looking down there was no floor but an endless pit of darkness and horror. A platform stood proudly in the middle of the crater, this is where the defendant stands and begs for their lives. Romana knew that the time lords show no mercy and that the prisoner should be dealt with the way that they disserve whether it would be live in prison or death.

Making their way up to the end of the pier huge golden doors opened as another time lord immerged from the blinding light. During his entrance the noises of people standing up arose from all around. You could tell from the atmosphere that he was the one in charge. As he arrived at his spot a simple wave of his hand and everyone above went back into their seats. The guards left Romana stood on her own. The president looked at Romana glaring into her eyes, the look on his face of somewhat confusment.

"State your name" said the president with a deep voice.

"Romana" she said weekly. Stage fright had taken over her whole body as sweat started to run off face, her whole body shaking like someone had placed her in a freezer and left her there.

"You claim not to be human but your attitude states otherwise. So if you not human then what are you?" She couldn't answer as the stage fright had taken over her vocal system and left her speechless.

"Well if you can't answer then someone else will do it for you".

Another man came out the doors on Romana's side, avoiding all the men that stood watch over her and walked out onto the platform. He carried a bag at his side like some house call doctor back on earth. He dropped the bag at his feet and walked around Romana like she was some sort of statue. He went back to his bag and pulled out a small hammer and banged it on her head.

"OUCH!" she screamed in his face.

"Yes I see" he said rather calmly. He put back the hammer and brought out a stethoscope. He placed the small metal plate on the left side of her body. His face lit up as he listened to the racing heart going at 10 beats per second.

"Yes there is a heart on the left side" he said proudly.

"Did you check the other side" said the president with a huff. Quickly turning around he placed the plate on the right side of her body with his mind clear on finding nothing. His expression changed when he turned once again to face the president. Without him having to anything the president knew that Romana clearly wasn't human. With another simple wave of his hand the court was dismissed and Romana gave a sigh of relive. Once the room was cleared, all that remained was the professor, Romana and the president. Walking off of the platform the professor tried to wipe away sweat droplets running down his face, but try as he might the sweat wouldn't stop coming like he was too close to the sun. Although Romana knew he was already there she was always aware of his presence as she could feel the constant shaking next to her. It was clear that being in the presence of the president was making him nervous. Romana on the other hand couldn't be more relaxed as she knew she out of most of her troubles.

As they met in the middle it was clear he was the man in charge because he was so easy to read as his personality shone out with just the looks he pulled on his face. The professors fears had grown as the amount of shaking increased and he looked as if he had had a bucket poured over his head.

"Did you find anything else in your examination?" said the president with his booming voice; it still seemed as if he was shouting even thou they were right next to him. Romana noticed that something wasn't right with the both of them. Something seamed different than from the last time she was home although it had been a long time she could tell when something wasn't right. All of them seemed too had grown tired and bored of something like doing the same thing every day, like someone had curse among the whole planet. But what was wrong with them? They were time lords; they could be anywhere they desired in time and space.

The professor's nerves had taken control of him.

After a couple of spit takes he managed to blurt out the words "well there were two hearts and ..." He paused and didn't move for he couldn't speak as it was like someone had cut his throat. So Romana answered for him,

"Well as you can see I'm not human and as a member of society I would appreciate it if the hand cuffs could be removed from my wrists". Then she put her head to the side and smiled. With the click of his fingers a guard came forward and separated the cuffs from her wrists and she nodded her head in thanks rubbing the lower part of her arm. The professor had almost passed out. He leaned against the wall panting and now he looked as if he'd jumped in a swimming pool fully clothed. Ignoring him Romana turned her head and rolled her eyes. The room they had just entered was grander than the hallway. The blood red floors and walls took all the glory as you first entered in room, and then the dazzling gold's hit you in the face a second later. Another set of golden doors were at the end of room just like the last ones, the exact same flourishing patterns carved with great care and precision. In the corner of the room stood a golden desk with a throne like chair behind it. You could see this was the president's office.

But he didn't sit down at the desk. He walked right over to the other set of doors, opening them at high speed like anger controlled his arms. Then storming into another dark room he disappeared for several minute's leaving Romana alone with the professor. The professor had passed out at the site of the doors being opened. With a man laid twitching on the floor she helped herself to sitting down at the huge golden desk. The chair felt like heaven as she sat down. The silky red cushion and backrest transformed to suit her shape; it seemed to take years of stress away with just one sitting. As she went to lean back her ears rang with the sound of a booming voice. Alarmed she shot up and stood with her hands tucked into her rear.

The president stood at the door with his arms folded, his eyes direct on the scared looking girl in the corner of the room at his desk. A smirk arose on his face as noted Romana's fear of him. Then he slowly walked over to her and offered her his hand. Without hesitation she took the hand and he slowly guided her over to open doors. Then gradually realising his grip he nudged her forward into the darkness. The only things illuminating the pathway were dim lights that guided you forward through the pitch blackness. Not daring to go inside Romana took a few steps back but the president wouldn't let her go any further. She would have to brave forward. At a snail's pace she put one foot in front of the other with each breath deeper than the other. The president wouldn't follow her as this was a meeting she must face on her own.

The parallel lines of lights wouldn't get brighter as she walked down the aisle. The doors had been shut behind her and she was on her own. Facing the darkness alone she finally reached a large table what looked like it was dining wear for a king. The long table looked like it would sit lots of people. At the very end the faint silhouette of a person sat still facing in one direction. As Romana walked closer she noticed the shadow was that of a plumpish woman, her hair was grey and a crimped style and her face was that of a witch in a fairy tale. Her smile sent a shiver down Romana's spine as she looked at her crooked yellow teeth. The wrinkles on her face looked as if she had bathed in lemon juice. As the edged closer she could feel the woman's eyes watching her every step. Suddenly the woman put her hand forward to reach for Romana's arm. As the clammy hand touched her fair skin she jerked back forcing the woman to let go.

The woman then took her eyes off Romana and focused on the papers in front of her, all were old scrolls that look like maps of treasure, when she unrolled one she pointed to the strange writing encoded on the paper. A range of strange of circles was on the paper. It read

"The angel of war will strike again. Her blonde hair will shine like the suns of many worlds".

"Is this about me?" Romana asked with a baffled look on her face. The woman didn't answer, only looking away to the other side of the murky room.