Journey Through Darkness

The Beginning of the End

Everything changed when Thete ran away. He was always a little odd, but Sig never thought his elder brother’s oddness would result in him stealing a TARDIS and renouncing the practices of Time Lord Society all together.

Sig was never very close to his brother, he himself was younger than even Thete’s youngest grandchild. Sig hadn’t even seen the tempered schism yet, whereas Thete had a large extended family of his own and reaching his first century.

He remembered the early days, when Thete would visit and play. Thete always knew the best games and made the most beautiful kites to fly in the orange Gallifreyan sky. His parents were happier then too, both of their sons were proper Time Lords and were as close as a four year old child and a Time Lord in his prime could be.

Maybe that time seemed so perfect and beautiful only because it was in contrast with the time after. But Sig believed that even if the differences were in fact minimal in nature, the fact that there were differences made the time after all the worse.

When Thete ran away, he became the shame of the family. The eldest boy, always so brilliant, squandering his gifts to play with the stupid apes of the galaxy. Leaving behind all of his family, only taking one of his grandchildren with; in a stolen TARDIS no less. The shame, the humiliation; how dare he become a blight on our prominent family! That was all Sig heard on the matter, he was never to speak of his brother in a positive light again; for if he did, mother would get tight lipped and father would get red with anger.

And thus, Sig named the time after the Event ‘PT’, post Thete; for time was always important and although Time Lords disliked arbitrary calendar systems, Sig persisted in his own private rebellion. A rebellion he hoped would never see the light of day, for he never wanted to disappoint his parents like his brother did.

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5 PT

The whispers of his parents followed him as he walked with the others. –Don’t be like your brother – Be the good son, don’t be your brother – Do you see what he did? It was shameful, never do that! – Make us proud son, don’t run away – Don’t run away – Don’t run away – Don’t run – Don’t – Don’t – Don’t!

Sig gulped, he wasn’t going to run, but oh how he wanted to. Why hadn’t Thete taken him with him? Didn’t he know that Sig loved his older brother? Didn’t he know that Sig hated the restrictions and rules as much as he did?

He wanted to run, to break the rules, to never come back; but he wasn’t going to run. His parents already lost one son and Sig did not know what they would do to him if he tried to leave. He wasn’t going to run, not with his parents’ voices in his head.

They stopped walking, it was time. One by one children stepped forward, ready for their childhood to end and the journey to becoming a Time Lord to begin.

Sig was afraid, he knew that there was only three options with this; you get inspired, you run away, or you go mad. Sig knew that if he ran away his parents would only see his brother and consider him a failure, he also knew that the madness could be slow. Thete had a friend that happened to, Sig had not met him, but from what Sig understood he and Thete were very close until the madness tore them apart. It was safe to say that Sig hoped to be inspired, that was by far the best option.