For a while now i have had ideas in my head... shock horror. But seriously, I'm going to write my own series of Dr.Who because i can. It'll take a while but please have patience. This will be the story of an old doctor. A Doctor far older than the 10th and 11th. This is the Doctor that i have always imagined as i watched the series. This is my Doctor and these are my assistance. Lady's and Gentleman of the great Community of RAF. I am about to show you what i can do. I am about to show you a fanfiction, that i will actually put effort into. Rafians, please enjoy.
Prologue
They scream his name across the galaxies, that wanderer of time. A million, million worlds with one voice rising up to cursing his existence. His very essence the stuff of such vile hatred it causes even the innocent to weep.
I was there. I was there to watch the oncoming storm as it grew, as its fury stretched across both time and space. I was there as the galaxies learned to fear the name of the traveller, to cower in terror at the two words that made his name. I was there as the unstoppable force of the Lord ripped apart creation as though it were a plaything in his hands. I was there as he destroyed everything I have ever known… or loved.
I was there. And now I am dead.
But this, this is the story of how I met him, this Lord of time and destroyer of galaxies. This is the story of my life. This is the story of why I was there. This is the story, of how everything ended.
"My name is Trish..."
