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Eleven

"What darkness is this?"

Despite feeling betrayed and angry at Martha for deceiving him, CoHarr felt curious as to what this 'darkness' was. The storm of emotions that was rushing through his body was enough for him to give the girl another chance, to understand her motive before issuing out a cruel punishment. Even as he considered that, CoHarr realised that he wouldn't be able to harm her. It didn't feel right, whereas before he hadn't had any issue over hurting others for simple deceptions. He swallowed, realising that he felt different and better then he had ever felt before in his entire life. And it was because of her.

Martha decided to tell him the truth – he had requested it, so she would. She began speaking in great detail about the darkness; about Maralus being held in the clutches of a creature; and how the war had been orchestrated by it so that it could continue to feed upon the hatred, anger and revenge emotions to survive. She also mentioned how it had managed to suppress the positive emotions, the ones that were lethal to it, to prevent CoHarr's people and enemies from defeating it. She spoke about her relationship with Kaza and mentioned about how the prophecy related to her. She pressed on the words destiny, implying that this would have come about at some point, thereby destroying the creature's control, effectively freeing the population from its grasp. Martha ensured she didn't mention the Doctor, just in case.

Though he had felt initial anger, CoHarr was understanding and intrigued by this creature and what it had achieved. He felt used and humiliated that the creature had used him for his own purposes and he felt that her need for deception had been reasonable. He wanted to help her achieve her mission, help free his people from the captivity the creature had kept them in, without their consent. He told her that he would hold a meeting with his tribe and that he would deceive them into taking the drink. He was slightly surprised to discover that Martha Jones opposed this course of action but allowed him to make his own mind up, considering that he hadn't consented to being enslaved by the creature before it had effectively taken control. Martha did, however, understand his reasons for suggesting to such a move.

Deceit would be the only way to convince people to take the cure she had brought with her. Virtually they had no freewill and CoHarr felt that the creature's influence on their minds would prevent them from making their own choices, especially if it knew what the woman was doing. The creature would do everything in its power to ensure that Martha Jones didn't succeed – it was a battle for survival – and only the strongest could win. CoHarr didn't believe his people had the inner strength to fight off an alien entity. Lying to them would ensure that didn't happen.

Martha knew her time was running out and she still had to get the Northerners to drink the cure. All she could do was hope that the Southerners willingness to follow their Chief's decisions would enable them to take the Ofhorn cure. If they noticed he was acting differently to what they were used to, her plan would be ruined. Her work would become harder and the prophecy more difficult to achieve.

CoHarr stood from where he sat facing Martha and beckoned her to follow him. He called his people to a meeting and proceeded to explain who Martha was and about the gifts he had received and how some of them would help them to destroy their remaining enemies. He preyed upon his people's weakness by deceiving them into thinking that they had the opportunity to rid their lives of the Northerners.

Throughout his speech Martha learnt that their greatest desire was to kill every single existing Northerner and it sickened her. She knew that the only way for CoHarr to gain an advantage was to pry upon their greatest weakness. By giving them a reason to think they could win the war, CoHarr was effectively setting his people up for a fall. They would automatically drink the cure assuming it would aid them to rid themselves of the Northerners.

But what CoHarr was doing was deceitful and it made Martha feel uneasy. It had felt wrong to her by lying to CoHarr in order to get him to take the cure, but telling him the truth probably wouldn't have worked. The way the Northerners had reacted to Arka and Myza's transformations had made it impossible for her to even mention the truth. It occurred to her then that it was quite possible that the Southerners might not be so terrified at the change or of the truth. The Northerners hadn't even let Martha explain herself – just shunned her – however; who was to say that the Southerners would employ the same tactic?

It was in that moment that Martha realised that she could not sanction CoHarr to lie to his people. The Doctor wouldn't trick people – he would give them the opportunity to make the decision themselves. It should be their choice whether they should change their lives for the better, and they deserved that chance to act upon their own initiative.

Martha swallowed and then shouted out: "Chief CoHarr! I can't let you do this! It's wrong! Your people deserve to know the truth. I have a friend who is in terrible danger and if he was here, in my place, he wouldn't deceive people. He would tell me and you that individuals deserve their own choices in life. I know I didn't give you one and I hated doing it, but I can't stand here and let you make this choice for them. Life is about choices, deciding what you wantto do. You are taking away that fundamental choice – they deserve better."

The Southerners were looking at her curiously, wondering what an earth she was talking about. Idle chatter began to spread throughout the crowd and Martha began to worry that they would turn against her, neglecting to listen to the truth. She had just admitted to having deceived their Chief into doing something he probably wouldn't have wanted to do willingly.

CoHarr stared at her, then nodded, smiling gently and then stepped back, indicating for Martha to take his place. She felt a little fear settle in the pit of her stomach. Everything was riding on it – if the truth didn't work then she had no idea what she would do. Her heart had been telling her all along it was dishonourable to lie to people. Life was about choice, and the Southerners deserved the chance to pick their own path. With CoHarr she hadn't had any choice but to lie.

Taking a deep breath Martha began to talk, repeating what she had learnt about the creature and its hold on the planet. She spoke of the darkness taking away their humanity by blocking out the emotions that made people human, preventing them from leading full lives.

"I have come here to help you – to save you, but in the end it is your ultimate choice whether you wish to change the world for the better. I cannot make that decision for you." Martha's eyes scanned the crowd of listeners, seeking for the anger that she was expecting from them, but to her utter surprise each and every Southerner were conversing in low tones, glancing every now and again at her. They continued to whisper amongst themselves and she noticed thoughtfulness reflecting in their expressions as they considered what she had said. From what she could tell they were being open-minded, could this tactic of telling the truth work? If she had done this to Arka and Myza would they have taken the cure?

It was one of the things she was beginning to regret to have done. She had turned the Northerners against her and they refused to listen to reason. Without their co-operation her mission would be a failure. Martha could only hope that they would see the benefits of what she had done, but she had to wonder how on earth she was going to convince them that their lives were being controlled?

Martha waited patiently beside CoHarr, her heart beating fast in her chest. Her eyes moved over the crowd, watching and analysing their expressions. She noticed a large proportion of the group were huddled around a single man, with sandy blond hair, sticking up at the back, just like the Doctor's sometimes was.

About ten minutes later the sandy-blonde haired man turned away from the gathering crowd after getting a huge cheer from them and turned to Martha, walking towards her. He stood in front of the crowd and proceeded to speak in a high, commanding tone. His sparkling blue eyes focused upon the large group in front of him, and his voice rang with power and persuasion.

"I think I speak for everyone here when I say that change is good for the soul!

A resounding cheer erupted from the crowd.

"Talk about persuasive," muttered Martha in a low tone so that only CoHarr could hear her.

"He always has been. I am grooming him to take my place when I depart from this world."

"Good choice," she remarked.

"I have always felt deep down that there was something wrong, something missing in our lives. We have always lived for war, to destroy out enemies, but what have they done to us? It was over a thousand years ago that this war started, before any of us were born. The story of the war has been twisted to ensure that we continue on fighting, but what if Martha Jones is right? What if we are fighting purely for the sake of a creature that wants to survive? That would make us slaves to its will and that is not the Southerner way. We are meant to be free, free to make our own decisions and live our lives. One of the major consequences of this war is that we have lost the beauty of our planet, of our forest. The gods gave us the responsibility to look after it, to protect it and what are we doing? Cutting it down as a resource; ignoring the ancient codes of conduct that our ancestors swore to abide to and what we promised to uphold when we were old enough to speak those ancient words. This war has overshadowed our responsibilities to Maralus." His voice carried over the crowd; it was filled with conviction. "I want change! What about everybody else?"


Nearly an hour later, Martha had handed out the cure to the Southerners who had drunk it willingly. It had amazed her, through the impressive speech that the bond-haired man had made, that the people had taken a joint risk and decided to change the structure of their lives and how they lived it. She had expected the creature to put pressure upon their minds, but she supposed it had more important things to do – like breaking the Doctor, she thought – and didn't consider her a threat. Another reason, she supposed, was that the creature had become complacent and didn't believe it needed to keep tabs upon the people that were its energy source, and therefore the people already had some degree of free-will.

She just hoped that this would all be over soon and that she would soon be reunited with the Doctor. She hated that he was a prisoner and being held against his will, unable to help in his own unique way. Her quest was gradually coming to an end. Barring any incidents, this would soon be over. Once she had achieved her goal, Martha intended to go and find the Doctor. Leaving him any longer then she had to was definitely not an option. As soon as the opportunity arose she was going to go and find him. She couldn't lose him.

Especially not after Farringham when the Doctor had nearly been lost forever.

Martha studied each face of the people she had administered the cure to, taking in their expressions and noting down the range of emotions that was flooding across their faces. Some were crying; some looked uncomfortable; others looked perfectly fine. Though anger, hate and revenge were strong emotions, the combination of so many less strong emotions running through their souls was enough to temporarily ensure that the ones that the creature fed upon were made redundant. By the time the creature attempted to take back what he considered its property, the people would be able to fight back against the will it had imposed upon them before. She needed their aid in convincing the Northerners to take the same route as them, to change their lives for the better.

"Martha?"

She turned to look at the speaker. A young woman with red hair to the waist, her eyes brimming with tears and her cheeks showing recent tear stains stood to the side of her. She felt sorry for the young woman, having abruptly come barging in and changing their lives on a whim. Sudden emotion enveloped her and Martha pulled the woman into a hug, noting the sudden hitch of breath as she experienced something new. The woman hastily wiped her tears away when they parted.

"I'm sorry," Martha couldn't help admitting, "for changing you."

"Red was right you know. I think all of us had doubts over the way we lived our lives and how sometimes, I think, we contemplated if we were truly whole. We were charged with protecting our world and now it is a ruined mess – we need to band together to correct this. We had to change in order to appease our Gods. I think…"

"Yes?" probed Martha, enticing the woman to continue.

"That if you mention the Gods, the Northerners may come round to realising that they have not lived up the ancient codes of our people. Displeasing our heathen Gods is not something that we wished to do. We neglected them due to a powerful force beyond our control. I thought you might be interested to know that."

Martha nodded, tucking away the useful bit of information that the woman had presented her with. "Thank you."

"Will you be leaving soon?" the woman asked, looking down at her feet, not wanting to keep eye contact with Martha.

"I will be, yes," replied Martha, pulling her fringe away from her face. "I need to get back. I fear that time is running out for me." Inwardly she added, and for the Doctor too.


She left the Southerner Camp one hundred and twenty minutes later with a small group of people accompanying her back to the Northerner camp, determined to help her convince them that their lives were worth changing. CoHarr accompanied them, intent on making peace with the tribe that had been his enemies for so long. Her plan upon reaching Kaza's camp was to call for parley, so that negotiations among the two warring tribes could begin without fear of it breaking into an all scale fight.

It was night time as they made their way down the path of the mountain, the moon's rays lighting their way. Martha stumbled but caught herself before she fell. Instead of taking the route Martha had trodden by bypassing the mountain to get to the Southerner Camp, she and CoHarr had decided to take the quicker path, which was to go over the mountain and past the Shaman's cave and descend towards the Northerner camp. The only problem with this route was that it put the cured Southerners and Martha, herself, right in the range of the creature. She didn't know whether it had any interest in her, but she figured that if it hadn't already noticed the energy it lived upon fading, it soon would.

I have noticed you Miss Jones.

Martha's breath caught in her throat as she sensed an invading presence in her mind. In her mind's eye she could visualise what the creature looked like; a tall imposing figure in black, inhuman eyes staring from a blank, cold and white face. It was in the shape of a human, but twisted and turned so much that in her own eyes could be anything but human. She swallowed, still walking along the path, trying not to think about the darkness that was rattling through her thoughts. She was not telepathic; the creature shouldn't be able to reach into her mind, but it had and it scared and worried her. Yet she kept her cool, waiting for onslaught she was sure was coming.

But nothing came, and she began to feel a little wary as the darkness seemed to settle in her mind. "Get out," she said, the words coming out in a venomous whisper.

With just a single thought I can sentence your Doctor to death…

Martha's breathing hitched and her heart pumped faster. "No…" the word came through dried lips.

I can and I will…unless you co-operate.

She didn't even need to think, the word came out automatically. "No."

Then you leave me no choice…

"Killing the Doctor won't stop me, only make me more determined to ensure you are destroyed," said Martha, ignoring the fear that was gathering in the pit of her stomach. She had to remain strong otherwise she would fail and that was not something she could afford.

Resisting me is not in your best interests, the creature spoke.

Martha grimaced. "It's not in your best interests to hinder me either." It was a bold statement and one that was guaranteed to anger the creature. Her continued defiance would only make the creature more determined to hurt her; more determined to carry out his threat of killing the Doctor.

Then you stubbornness has killed your friend.

In her minds eye the creature projected an image of a man – the Doctor, she recognised – kneeling before a man and a woman, his hands bound behind him. His eyes were covered with a black cloth. Martha found herself physicallystanding in the cavern, watching as the woman stepped forward, grabbed the Doctor's head and yanked back on it, exposing his neck. She watched as a dagger was placed against his throat and then slid across the skin. Droplets of blood began to appear and drip down the side of his throat…

"It's not real," hissed Martha. She knew that she was seeing things; it was fake, a complete fabrication of the creature's imagination, designed to scare her and make sure she obeyed its command, but she wasn't falling for that trick. She didn't even let herself think that it could be real, for she knew instinctively that the Doctor was still alive and unharmed.

The creature did not reply, instead it vanished from her mind.

A hand tapped her on her shoulder and she turned to see CoHarr looking at her. "Are you okay?" He had noticed something was wrong then.

"Yeah, I'm fine," she replied.

But she wasn't 'fine'. The Doctor's life was in her hands. If she didn't play her cards right, then he would die.

"CoHarr, we need to hurry. We're running out of time." She didn't want to alert him to any suspicious activity, but it was essential they got to the Northerner camp quicker.

The Chief nodded, instructing his people to move faster as they closed in upon the camp that had once held their enemies.

The end is coming, she thought, I won't let you die, Doctor. I promise you that.


It's just you two left…I am weak fading before you.

Aziel stopped in her tracks; the voice of her master reverberating through her mind. "What's wrong? Has that infidel taken more?"

Everyone has deserted me…the Northerners are fading, but it isn't through the girl…

"Someone else then?" asked Arrein, his voice wary of this undiscovered threat.

No. It is not her. Someone else that I do not know of has converted them…the creature let out a scream of fury. I am failing, fading from existence….without the emotions I live upon I will die. I will perish into the void of nothingness.

"Isn't there anything we can do?" Aziel asked as she paced round the cave, glancing every now and again at their prisoner who lay unmoving on the floor, arms bound tightly behind his back.

I have tried projecting images of his death to Martha Jones, but it failed to dissuade her from her current course. She is not easily persuaded.

"Then we must kill him for real then," suggested Arrein. "The only way she will know you mean business is if his death is a reality and not faked. Martha Jones is not like the other prophesised ones. They were weak and easily believed such fabrications, yet Miss Jones seems to be more in control and know when things cannot be real. My lord, may I recommend the best course of action?"

You have my permission to speak.

"Kill the Doctor in front of her for real. If she continues to deny you what is rightly yours then she can die. Allow me to tell her that if she steps aside then you will let her leave with her friend's body. Perhaps, I may be so bold to suggest, that you bargain with his life. You release the Doctor if she leaves this planet and not return?"

I could, but her continued defiance must be punished. There is no way out for her friend. He will die in front of her, as you have suggested, but I will give her a chance to leave. If she refuses, you may take her as your own.

"Thank you my lord," bowed Arrein, pleased that one of his ideas had been widely accepted by the master he served. Soon the world would be theirs once more.


It was quite a surprise for Martha Jones when she and the Southerners arrived at the Northerners camp to great applause. It was not something she had expected and was thoroughly surprised when they came out of their camp willingly to greet her and her companions. Surprised at their sudden turn of accepting her, Martha cocked her head as Kaza strode forward, a joyous grin on his face.

"What have you done?" she asked, confused by the sudden change of the Northerners and the fact that she hadn't done anything. Though she had left Kaza with some of the cure…the pieces were slowly beginning to fall into place as her mind rummaged over what the Chief had possibly done. He had managed to convince his people to take the cure on her behalf.

"I spoke to my people, told them the truth about the creature. Arka and Myza spoke as well. The truth does wonderful things, Miss Jones."

"I know," Martha smiled sadly.

"When I finished speaking about the creature, about what had truly become of our lives, manipulated by a cruel and twisted creature, they began to question themselves and whether they were truly in control of their life. I spoke about the Ofhorn flower and what it had done to me, how it had made me feel more whole and become a better person. Jenner, Carls and Mordred," he indicated one woman and two men in the gathered crowd, "volunteered to take the cure and they did, actively choosing to change their own lives. Once everyone else had seen the positive effects this had given them, they all came forward to take it. The doubts that had been planted by you were lifted by my own intervention. They took the risk and changed themselves willingly."

Martha felt amazed and surprised by what Kaza had done. Her goal was complete – all she had to was rescue the Doctor. "Hold on, the creature still exists though – he has two loyal helpers. I saw them…" she trailed off, waiting for confirmation.

CoHarr stepped forward, nodding. "Yes. These two people Arrein and Aziel grew up as part of my tribe, but they left to live in the mountains. They have held much power over me in the last few years since they came to adulthood. They cannot be saved. They are too loyal to the creature, if they serve it."

"If anyone has your friend it will be them," added Kaza.

"And they'll be coming to stop me, to convert you lot back into their slaves just so their master can live," said Martha, frowning.

"We'll meet them halfway then." Kaza's eyes glinted. "I have a plan that might just work; one that wouldn't end in you murdering people."

"Then tell me what it is," said Martha, willing to consider any idea that came her way. If it saved the Doctor's life then it would be worth it.


The Doctor had woken with many aches and pains to find himself, once more, being dragged along the dirt. My clothes are going to be filthy! he thought, momentarily forgetting why he was being dragged like an animal. If he survived this he would have to investigate getting a new suit. He noted with some concern that they were moving quite fast, which technically was impossible. Despite being thin, he was quite heavy to drag, which suggested that some higher power was propelling them along so they covered the distance quicker.

Time was running out for the darkness and he realised, with some concern that he was likely to die, unless Martha found a way to stop the creature. He decided to take a risk.

"We going anywhere nice?" he asked, designing the question to be light banter.

His captors drew to a stop and slapped him viciously across the face.

"There was no need for that!" he replied, his cheek stinging. There was no reply from his captors as they grabbed his arms again and dragged him forwards, gaining more speed until dust from the earth was gathered around them once more. He went back to his thoughts wondering how he could get out of this situation alive. He noticed, with some relief that he was away from the mountain now, therefore meaning that the creature couldn't harm him, giving the Doctor a little bit more freedom then he'd had.

His own strength was gradually returning and his mind was beginning to heal from the brutality of the attacks the creature had imposed upon him; the barriers that had been broken were being reconstructed, stronger then before. He could sense the TARDIS in the back of his mind, gently probing his defences, testing the strength of them before fleeing further into his mind.

He looked up realising that they were drawing close to the Northerner Camp, Kaza's home, the place where he had been captured. He looked up, noticing that a large group of people were heading their way; the figure in front he recognised. A grin spread across his face: it was Martha Jones, leading the people out of the camp to meet their enemies.

The final 'battle' of survival had begun.

Man verses beast.

His fate was in their hands; he could no longer decide his own.


Martha walked, a steely glance in her eyes, her mouth drawn into a frown as her eyes found the figure of the Doctor lying on the ground in front of his captors. As soon as they had realised that Martha was coming to them they had stopped, throwing their prisoner roughly to the ground, waiting for Martha to act. But she didn't do what they expected; she just continued on walking until they were less then twenty metres apart. Then she stopped, crossing her arms in front of her and glaring at them with all the hate that she could muster. The Doctor looked terrible; his suit ripped in places and his hair mattered with blood; his forehead had a dark bruise on it, evidence of the beating he had received for trying to escape.

She stared into the faces of the two people in front of her, seeing no regret in their eyes. It was decided then. She raised her voice, keeping eye contact with them. "Let him go and leave these people alone!"

"You must be Martha Jones," the woman said, ignoring Martha's demand. "I am Aziel. And this is my brother Arrein. You look so confident that you can win, that you can beat us."

I can.They didn't know what she had planned. She needed to keep them talking, just for a little while longer.

"You can threaten me all you want," she spat, "but I will not yield to your demands."

Arrein laughed, bending down to drag the disorientated Doctor from the ground, pulling him up by his bound arms. Then he viciously kicked the Doctor in the small of his back, emitting a groan of pain from his captive. Aziel watched Martha's reaction, but was unnerved that she didn't react to the display of violence.

"I can kill him," said Aziel, unsheathing a dagger from her belt. "I can make him die a slow and painful death, suffocating upon his own blood."

"You hurt him, you die," said Martha simply. She indicated the group of Southerners and Northerners that had rallied behind her. Each of them was holding their own weapons at the ready, but none showed anger in their expressions, leaving both Arrein and Aziel feeling uneasy.

"We know things about you, Martha Jones, and about him as well" whispered Aziel.

"Did you know that he cares about you? That he believes in you to save his life? You love him don't you? Our master has seen into your mind – he knows the care you hold for this ingrate," said Arrein, throwing the Doctor roughly to the ground. He placed his foot upon the Doctor's spine, pushing down upon it.

Martha swallowed, realising what would happen if she didn't act. The Doctor was struggling underneath the pressure his captor was placing upon his spine. Too much and it would snap. He would die.

"You wouldn't risk his death," the woman grinned.

"Wouldn't I?" Martha arched her eyebrows.

Arrein was taken aback by his foe's words. He shifted his foot, placing it delicately upon the Doctor's exposed neck, making his meaning completely clear. "One little push and it will snap…my master, after all, has the power to make me stronger then I look. Do you really want to test him, Martha Jones? Surrender now and your friend will not be hurt anymore."

When Martha refused to answer, Arrein let out a snarl and pressed his foot down harder. The Doctor choked, struggling to breathe. "You can see I am quite serious."

"So am I," retorted Martha, nodding to something behind him.

"Then he will die," replied Arrein, pushing his foot down just a little bit harder upon the Doctor's neck. He waited for the girl to shout out, to tell him to stop but she didn't, unnerving him a little bit further. What did she know that he didn't?

"Getting soft?" asked Martha, baiting his anger. "You can't kill him can you?"

"I can and I will!"

"Then why aren't you doing it?"

Arrein glanced down at the squirming form of the Doctor as he tried his hardest to escape from the building pressure. Why couldn't he kill this whelp? Martha Jones was so sure that she could win that it unnerved him. What did she know? She hadn't had time to plan anything, had she? Martha continued staring at him, watching as he struggled to do what he had threatened.

"Arrein!" his sister was yelling at him. "Do it! Show them we mean it!"

"Something is wrong," he said, lifting his foot off of the Doctor's neck. "She is so sure of herself. There is no fear in her eyes, we are missing something!"

"If you can't do it, I'll do it," hissed Aziel pushing her brother away so that she could reach the Doctor. Arrein continued to back away, watching his sister grab the Doctor by the head, lifting him up and placing a knife at his throat. Aziel let a cruel smile cross her features. She kept her eyes upon Martha Jones, stalling for just a little bit before she –

She gasped in pain; her fingers letting the Doctor go, dropping him to the floor. The knife she held dropped from her hand. She could barely breathe. Her master was yelling in her mind, and as her vision clouded over, Aziel heard a scream piercing the air, as the mountain behind them began to crumble.

She doubled over, collapsing to the ground. Her eyesight was fading and blood was pouring from the wound in her back. Her body was getting cold, her breath coming in gasps.

Her last word was "Master." Then her life was taken from her body, her soul departing the world forever.


Kaza washed the blood from his hands. He had hated killing the woman, but it had been the only way to free his people. Martha Jones had stalled the two siblings long enough to allow him and CoHarr to sneak round behind them and make a surprise attack. He felt dirty for taking someone's life – but they had been responsible for many things. The creature had died when Aziel and Arrein had taken their last breath. Their bodies had been hastily burned, purging Maralus of their evil.

"Are you alright?"

Kaza looked up, smiling gently. "I am fine Miss Jones. How is your friend?"

"Sleeping," answered Martha. "He's a bit worn out. Wouldn't shut up until I gave him the calming draught the Shaman instructed me to administer to him. He conked out after that."

"Will you stay? You are welcome here for as long as you want to."

A warm smile crept onto her face. "If I could I would, unfortunately the Doctor is not the type to sit still. He will want to be gone once he wakes up. Sorry."

"That's okay. However, I would, if your friend agrees to it, like if you consented to come to our feast? Both CoHarr and I have decided to hold a service that will be presided over by the Shaman, unifying our two tribes. I would like you and the Doctor to attend."

"I'll see what I can do," promised Martha, tapping the Chief on his shoulder. "If you don't mind I must take my leave of you. I need to speak to CoHarr."

Kaza nodded. As she walked away from where he sat upon the ground, diligently washing the remaining dried blood from his hands in a small stream that ran at the edge of the forest, he whispered to himself: "Thank you for saving us, Martha Jones."

He watched her head back towards his tribe. Martha Jones had indeed saved them all, just as she had been prophesised to do.

To be continued...

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The Epilogue should be posted tomorrow. I know that the Doctor was completely useless throughout this story but I wanted to write a fic in which Martha proved that she was something more then just a 'passenger'. As I said, last chapter should be posted tomorrow.

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