A/N: This was just me wanting to write a fantasy AU For Doctor Who since there are so little out there. I do change a lot of technical things, the chapters will be be pretty long. Hopefully. Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who.
Once upon a time there was a little girl.
As most stories begin with those four words. Once upon a time. Not very significant, yet why do Humans begin their stories with those words? Because, of course, this story did. The very first fairytale.
Anyways, once upon a time, there was a little girl. She was about seven years old with deep chocolate eyes and ginger hair. Her name was Amelia Pond.
She lived in a small thatch cottage with her evil stepmother, Sharon. (Don't ask me why she's a stepmother, she might even be her Aunt for all it matters, stepmother just sounds more evil.)
Amelia Pond was hidden away in her house, away from all who knew her in a deep forest with strange people. The place was called 'England' the people even talked different there.
Amelia had been born in a stubborn place called Scotland, she hardly remembered it, but she missed it very much.
Amelia only had two friends in the wretched place where she lived and felt she did not belong. Rory Williams and Mels Zucker.
Rory was a plain boy and to her wasn't very bright (and with a astounding nose.) Mels was a wonderfully sassy trouble maker who supported Amelia in every way.
Amelia was very lonely and frightened of a crack in her wall. A scary crack.
That was why she was writing a letter to her fairy godmother, she was hoping she had one of course, on the night the man came.
"Fairy godmother, I hope you know where I live and all, 'specially after my stepmother took me to England. I hope I didn't bother you, but HONEST it's an emergency. There's a crack in my wall. Stepmother Sharon says it's just an ordinary crack, but I know it's not cause at night there are... Things. Please, please, can you come fix it?"
A crash resonated from the garden and Amelia froze and rested her quill on the parchment before she padded to the window.
The curtains blew past her face in the breeze on the cool midsummer night. She peered out the window wondering if what she saw was a dream.
There was a man laying in the garden, his cotton blue shirt had been ripped and his gray pants were singed. The man groaned and sat up.
Amelia didn't know what to say. Had he been sent by her fairy godmother? Just in case Amelia looked at the stars where they say the fairykind lived.
"Thank you godmother."
And then her feet were flying as she ran down the small wooden stairs to the garden.