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A/N Thanks for the amazing response on the last chapter. I am truly grateful.

Here is Part 3 and as you can see from the chapter title, we have a new player enter the game. To those of you who love mythology, I gather you already know who Eris is. I have tried to stay as close to mythology when writing about her. Her description, on the other hand, is my own.

Once again, not a lot of the Doctor and Rory. But they will feature in the final chapter.

Happy Reading!

The Gogan Colonisation: Eris

Previously

"No, I'm not letting you go!" screamed Amy as she worked in vain to keep her from being swallowed into the portal. But her grip was slipping and Rose was being sucked in with a greater force than she could counter.

"It's okay," said Rose as the portal swallowed her whole.

"ROSE!" shrieked Amy as the red glow died down and the portal closed itself off.

Amy stared at the altar in horror. She felt numb all over. And just as she thought that things couldn't get any worse, Sister Mila and Sister Ariya entered the temple.

"Now then," said Sister Ariya, glowering at Amy. "You have some explaining to do."

Amy did not respond immediately. She was too busy staring in horror at the spot where Rose had vanished. She knew for certain that the Drahvins had never mastered time travel, meaning that the portal would not have been stable at all. That only meant one thing...

"I asked you a question," Sister Ariya snapped and Amy looked up at her slowly.

"What?" she asked, glaring furiously.

"What are you doing here?" Sister Ariya demanded, glaring back at her with equal ferocity.

"Doesn't matter," said Amy. "Now, was that time portal stable?"

"How did you know about that?" Sister Mila asked, shocked. "Who are you?"

"It's not important who I am," shouted Amy furiously. "Tell me that the time portal is stable."

"What it is, is none of your concern," snapped Ariya. "Take her," she ordered the slaves.

"Sister Ariya, wait," interrupted Mila. "Something's wrong."

"What is it?" asked Ariya.

"The Apple is missing," she said.

Ariya turned her angry gaze on Amy. "What have you done with it?" she demanded.

"What Apple?" asked Amy, equally furious. "I don't know anything about an Apple."

"Don't lie to me, girl," said Ariya, advancing on Amy. "What have you done with the Apple? All equipment is useless without it."

Amy opened her mouth to deny it but then her Time Agent's instinct kicked in. The Drahvins thought that some Apple was responsible for the operating of the time portal. "It's safe," she said, changing tactics when she realised that there was no way that the Drahvins had built this technology. "But it won't be for much longer if you won't answer my questions."

Ariya swelled furiously. "There are other ways we could use to make you talk," she snarled. "They are ugly and unbecoming of us Drahvins but left no choice, I shall have no problem inflicting them on you."

Amy smiled impudently at Ariya. "I have wonderful resistance to pain, Sister Ariya," she said cheerfully but with a steely glint in her eyes. "But we can avoid all the ugliness if we decide to be mutually cooperative."

"Perhaps Amy is right," Mila suggested timidly.

Ariya harrumphed but nodded. "Where is the Apple then?" she asked Amy.

"Nuh-uh," said Amy. "My questions first: how stable is that portal?"

Ariya looked at Mila who cleared her throat. "We have been able to transfer objects successfully so far."

Amy relaxed slightly. "Where is the other end of the portal?"

"36th century," said Mila.

"Any spatial difference?" inquired Amy.

"No," said Mila. "This portal opens in the same place during the year 3713."

"Why are you so interested in the stability of the time portal?" asked Ariya.

"Because Rose fell through it," snapped Amy, at the end of her patience with Ariya. Ariya and Mila exchanged a look and Amy felt uneasy at the looks between them. "What?" she demanded.

"The portal is stable," said Mila slowly. "But not enough to carry a living person." Amy felt ice in her stomach at Mila's words. "The first time we sent a slave, and we never recovered anything."

"No," gasped Amy, aghast.

"I'm afraid your wife is dead," said Mila.

The first thing that Rose realised upon waking up was that she was...nowhere. Literally.

It was just a blank empty space with localised gravity and breathable air. But there was nothing around; no objects, people, sound or anything. It was a void; a null space.

She fought back a shiver as she looked around. It was unnerving to be in a place where nothing existed. If it wasn't for the slight pain in her shoulders and arms due to being used as a tug of war rope between Amy and the portal, Rose would have thought that she was dead.

The core, Rose thought frantically and checked her jacket pocket. She sighed in relief when she saw the core tucked away safely.

She looked around herself again and her eyes narrowed on something that was glinting...

Rose carefully walked a few paces away, towards the glowing object. What the hell, she thought as she saw a small apple made of gold. She lifted it up in her hand and was surprised by how heavy it was. Was it pure gold?

"Yes, it is pure gold," said a cheerful female voice and Rose whirled around in surprise. Her surprise turned to shock when she saw the woman, and she had to blink rapidly a few times to ascertain that she hadn't gone mad or accidentally consumed LSD.

The woman in question, was about five foot tall with frizzy hair that was brown on her left and a bright orange on her right. She was wearing a long colourful skirt and a rainbow print tank top. There were mismatched gloves on her hands with splashes of colours and the trainers on her feet matched her hair. That is, one of them was brown and the other one was bright orange. As if the clothes were not bizarre enough, she wore multiple hoops linked with each other in one ear and what looked like a small lock on her other ear. There were an astonishing number of chains and bead necklaces around her neck that clinked and jangled as she walked.

"Hello," the colourful woman said cheerfully when she reached Rose. "I see you found my Apple."

"Who are you?" Rose asked, trying to decide if she was a threat.

"I have so many names," she said happily. "But you can call me Eris."

"Eris?" Rose asked and had a sudden vision of Rory walking around the TARDIS with A-Z of Greek Mythology and quoting random information at them after the Guardians' trial. "The goddess of chaos?"

Eris looked delighted that Rose knew who she was. "Oh wonderful," she said, clapping her hands girlishly. "You are the first one who knows who I am."

"Right," said Rose uncertainly. "I don't wanna be rude but aren't you...you know, not supposed to be real?"

Eris' smile drooped. "I am real!" she said, sounding petulant. "Why does everyone say that I am not supposed to be real?"

"Uh," said Rose, wondering how she was supposed to console a goddess who looked to be on the verge of throwing a grand tantrum. "Who said that you aren't real?" she tried, going for a coaxing tone.

"Apart from you? Those blonde idiots in the 38th century and the other idiots in the 36th century," said Eris, crossing her arms and pouting.

"The Drahvins?" Rose asked. "You've met them?"

"Annoying people," said Eris grumpily. "Neither sense of style nor any discord in their boring old lives."

"Yeah, totally with you on that," said Rose, unable to help herself.

Eris' grumpy expression broke and she smiled. "I like you, Rose Tyler," she said.

"I never told you my name," said Rose, looking a bit wary.

Eris laughed. "Oh Rose," she said mirthfully. "I am a goddess, after all."

"She can't be dead," said Amy. "She just can't be!"

"Enough of this," snapped Ariya. "You will tell us what you have done with the Apple."

Amy thought quickly. There was no way she could do this on her own. "Rose has the apple," she fibbed.

"Rose, who fell through the portal, has the apple?" Ariya asked, as if making sure that she had heard right.

"That means it is lost forever," said Mila mournfully. "What shall we do?"

"I have a way of fixing this," said Amy. "That way you get your Apple back and I get Rose back."

"How?" asked Ariya.

"Well, I don't know how myself," said Amy. "But I know two people who do."

"Then send for them," ordered Ariya.

"Usually I would love to do that," said Amy with a falsely cheerful smile. "But some of their equipment might offend you." At their blank looks, she rolled her eyes. "They are men."

An hour later, when an irate Doctor and Rory had been brought into the cult's temple, Amy had to summon every ounce of self-control not to burst out laughing. It had taken a long while for her to convince Ariya that only the Doctor and Rory could help. After a bit of fibbing, convincing, cajoling and threatening, Ariya had agreed.

But the persecution of menfolk would definitely hinder them from bringing the Doctor and Rory through the City and into the temple. And then, the suggestion had come about disguise.

"Nice dress," she said finally, trying to stop the laughter bubbling in her throat.

Rory glared angrily at her as he dropped the feminine cloak he had been forced to don over his usual clothes. The Doctor, on the other hand, had already started to examine the mainframe. His cloak and hood had stayed on and Amy had to admire his confidence as he carried off the feminine clothes without the slightest bit of shame or embarrassment.

His only concern was to find Rose.

"So, all the Greek gods and goddesses were real?" Rose asked as she and Eris sat down cross-legged across from each other in the void.

"Well, we were real," said Eris with an amused giggle. "But the Greek part is a bit fabricated."

"What do you mean?" Rose asked, curious despite herself.

"Oh come on," said Eris. "You're a time traveller and you can't guess this? We're not of Earth."

"Right," said Rose. "So, your lot crashed to Earth or something?"

"More like decided to relocate and set the foundations of a new society," said Eris. "It sounds noble but it was rather like a school project."

"Have all gods and goddesses in history been aliens?" Rose asked, not sure how she should feel about that.

"Most of the ancient ones have," said Eris. "Others were invented by humans. I know for a fact that the Osirians crashed in the place that you now call Egypt."

"But if you were on Earth all the way back in ancient times, what are you doing on Goga so many years later?" asked Rose.

Eris sighed mournfully. "Unfortunately, it's my planet's policy to prohibit us from interfering in the matters of the planet after our job is done," she said. "So, I couldn't go back to Earth. Stupidly, I decided to rebel and got locked up for my troubles."

"Locked up?" asked Rose. "That's horrible!"

"Actually, it's not," said Eris reluctantly. "I tend to get carried away when I cause chaos. But the imprisonment isn't too bad. I even have a chance to get up to my usual mischief sometimes."

"Like now?" guessed Rose with a sly smile. "This is your time off, isn't it?"

Eris giggled and nodded. "I have been having so much fun this time! The Drahvins think that they are getting time travel. Stupid cows."

"And what about the other end? Who's there?" Rose asked.

"Just some Gogans. They have formed a cult to worship me. I am flattered really," said Eris.

Rose nodded and looked at the gold apple in her hand. "So, what's the deal with this Apple?"

"And here I was thinking you knew all about my history," said Eris sarcastically. "It's the Apple of Discord." At Rose's blank look, she huffed. "Read your mythology! The Apple of Discord is my speciality."

"What does it do?" Rose asked, interrupting her rant.

Eris snorted. "It doesn't do anything," she said. "But it is an excellent device to spark a heated fight. Hera, Athena and Aphrodite had a legendary cat-fight over it back in the day. Your lot called it the Trojan War."

Rose's eyebrows flew into her hairline. "So, those goddesses agitated the humans into war?" she asked.

Eris giggled. "Fun, don't you think?" she asked. Rose personally thought it was horrible and said so. Eris was displeased and started to give Rose the silent treatment. It was only after a small green glow began to rise a few yards away from Rose that Eris looked up. "Our journey is at an end," she said.

"Journey?" yelped Rose.

"What else do you think we have been doing?" Eris asked grumpily, letting Rose know that she was still angry at her earlier remark. "You have been travelling through the portal this whole time."

Rose looked slightly thrown off by that remark. She hadn't at all felt like they were moving. "Will I come out into the 36th century Goga now?" Rose asked, a bit nervous as the glow came closer.

"Of course you will," said Eris as she stood up next to Rose.

Rose wondered how the hell she was going to get back to Amy, Rory and the Doctor. Once she reached the end of the portal, she would come out two centuries in the past. Before a cult, no less.

"Well then," said Eris when the portal was only a few steps away. "Good luck to you, Rose Tyler!"

The glow brightened before Rose could reply to Eris. She was apprehensive enough already but then she yelled when Eris snatched away the Apple from her hand. "Can't let you have that!" Eris yelled from behind her, which was followed by loud giggles.

Rose stumbled out of the portal, furious and nervous at the same time. She gasped as she realised that she was in the same temple that she had been in before. Except, there was no machinery in sight and the temple was spotless.

"She has arrived!" someone announced and Rose saw the group of people who had to be the cultists that worshipped Eris. Before she could understand anything more, the main leader who had announced her presence continued.

"She has arrived! The sacrifice!"

A/N End of Part 3. So, what did you think?

For those of you disappointed with the Doctor's reaction, or rather lack thereof, the final chapter will focus on his side of things I promise.

Anyway, what did you think of Eris? I hope no one is offended by the whole 'ancient gods being aliens' theory. It is actually technically canon. In "Pyramids of Mars" the Fourth Doctor mentions the Osirians who crashed in Egypt.

I have tried to make the mythology of Eris as accurate as possible. The Apple of Discord is an interesting myth. I know that the Trojan War is technically mythology as well but Doctor Who canon has portrayed them to be humans as seen in 'The Myth Makers'. Especially since Vicki (companion of the first Doctor) becomes Cressida in history.

In other news, I have decided to change the update schedule of this story. It will now be Saturday and Tuesday. Hope you guys don't mind.

The next chapter will be up on Tuesday. See you then!

~ Phoenix