"I AM THE LAST OF
MY KIND, JUST LIKE
YOU."
when juniper holloway bumps into a peculiar man who makes her mind ache, she realises that is in fact not her name and the life she had been living for the past decade was a lie so she must help this myster...
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"Mum, Dad, what are you doing?" — astraea ritter
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LIEUTENANT ASTRAEA RITTER HAD A REPUTATION OF BEING INDESTRUCTIBLE, SOMETHING SHE DIDN'T BELIEVE IN THE SLIGHTEST. On the outside, she may seem like an unbreakable shield of armour, but on the inside, she was a mess of shattered pieces that even the best puzzle solver wouldn't be able to put back together. The Time War had stripped them of their families, their friends and their people so that only Astraea and her parents remained of their kind. It hurt them to know that all the fighting, all the killing, had not done anything to protect their race from the Daleks. They were fighting an inevitable War.
The family of three were currently hiding in an abandoned Gallifreyan home, their gold armour glistening in the small rays of light that had pierced through the wooden slats. Astraea stared down at her battered, scratched sword, her eyes drifting along the sharp edges which could pierce the metal shell of a Dalek if close enough. She was ashamed to be one of the last left when much worthier soldiers should still be alive. She was ashamed that she couldn't save more, that there was probably more Fallen Star and Time Lord blood on her hands than Dalek. And she was ashamed that she was cowering in a rundown shack when she should be out there fighting to make sure all the sacrifices were worth while.
The Fallen Star turned to her broken and bleeding parents, their sunken faces drained of hope. Astraea had never before felt the name 'Fallen Star' so true than in that moment. All that remained of their kind was scarred and beaten, they truly had fallen.
A whispered conversation met her ears, but she ignored it — something she would later regret — and instead leant against the cracked doorframe, looking out upon the fiery and blood soaked fields that stretched for miles on end. She could see the Gallifreyan Capital in the distance and the shield that protected the people inside from the Dalek's nonstop assault was starting to crack and falter and soon the Daleks would breach the city. The Fallen Star didn't know what to do, the planet of Gallifrey was crumbling and she was just stood there, not doing anything to help.
