Adventures in the TARDIS

Chapter Five: Leonardo and the Angels

Hey, guys i know i've written alot of this story these past few days, but i'm really excited about it and i hope you are, too. This part is going to be in Davinci's point of view, it'll be short because it's a dream of his and next chapter we'll catch up with everyone else. Enjoy!

-dauntlessfierce

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My warehouse was dark except for the patch of moonlight poking a hole through my roof. Art materials and blueprints are scattered along the floor, in shreds. All of my hardwork was tarnished and burnt. There was only one piece left, and i was still working on it. Everything in a five foot radius of it was clean, and ready to be worked on. I picked up my hammer and began to sculpt. My brain screamed no, but my hands... my hands felt like they were stone, forever bound to my tools. It took forever to finish, but when it was done and i stood back, i could see it clearly. It was a crying angel... no, that doesn't sound right. It was a weeping angel. It was so beautiful in that little patch of moonlight that i actually had to blink back tears. But, when i opened my eyes, my sculpture had moved. And it's hand was around my neck. I wanted this to end, so i closed my eyes and hoped for the best. I woke up to the sound of my dream-self's neck cracking. This morning i woke up really shaken, so i decided to paint my feelings. I painted the angel. I had meant to paint my hat, but it was like my hands were in a trance... no matter what my brain ordered, they kept painting and making more angels. I couldn't help it.