A Timelord walked down a narrow passage way, it had walls, but they were not connected to the path. It looked like a bridge, as either side between the path and walls was complete darkness. This Timelord was accompanied by two others, one holding a torch of sorts. These were his bodyguards, because this Timelord is regal.
He walked into a pitch black room, and in the middle was a large table. It had light on it, the only thing giving light, and six other Timelords sat there. Walking over briskly, he immediately sat at the front of the table in a chair. He sat down with a slam of his arm.
"What news of The Doctor?" His voice ran out clearly, slight aggravation lacing it. "Disappeared, my Lord President." One of the Time Lords said back calmly, not moving. "But we know his intention. He still posses the moment and he'll use it to destroy Daleks and Timelords alike." A woman (what would they be called? Timeladies? Aha I'm sticking with women) said, looking to The Lord. "The visionary confirms it." Another Timelord said.
An old woman occupied the seat at the end, her hair grey and loose, face drawn on. She held a pencil in her hand and a scroll was in front of her. "Ending..." She mumbled, "Burning, falling, all of it falling. Black in pitch and screaming fire... So burning."
"All of her prophecies say the same. That this is the last day of the Time-War. That Gallifrey falls. That we die. Today." A Timelord said solemnly, as the old woman drew patterns. "Ending. Ending, ending. Ending!" She said aloud, making the woman next to her look to The Lord. "Perhaps... It's time. This only the furthest edge of the Time-War. But at it's heart, millions die every second. Lost in blood lust and insanity. The time itself, resurrecting them. To find new ways of dying over and over again. A travesty of life. Isn't it better to end it at last?"
The Lord's eyes grew hard and he stood up, pointing his arm made of metal at her. "Thank you for your opinion." He seethed, his teeth gritted together. His arm glowed a light blue and the woman screamed, her body turning into ashes and disappearing. "I will not die!" The Lord shouted, his voice so filled with anger that it sounded like he was growling. He slammed his hands onto the desk, leaning in and looking to the other Timelords. "Do you hear me?"
"A billion years of Timelord history riding on our backs. I will not let this perish. I will not." The Lord finished, giving them all a final glare before sitting down again with a thump.
Silence was all there was after that, until the sound of faint stuttering could be heard. "There is... Um..." A Timelord beside the old woman started, taking a hold of one of many scrolls around her and standing up. "There is one part of the prophecy My Lord." He said, walking over to The Lord, opening the scroll. "Forgive me." He said quietly, placing it onto the table. "I'm sorry... It's rather difficult to decipher, but..." He continued, moving his finger along the patterns and swirls on the scroll. "It talks of two survivors... Beyond the final day. Two children of Gallifrey."
The Lord looked up at the Timelord in shock. "Does it name them?" He asked as the Timelord continued. "It foresees them locked in their final confrontation. The enmity of ages. Which would suggest..." "The Doctor!" The Lord interrupted, spitting the name out like he was disgusted of it. "And The Master." He finished as the Timelord looked to him. "One word keeps being repeated. One word, one constant word. Earth."
The old woman had looked up then, "Earth." She repeated, echoing herself over and over again. "Planet Earth... Indigenous species... The human race." A light appeared in the middle of the table and shone upwards, creating a 3D replica of Earth. "Earth is where the answer lies." The Lord muttered aloud, standing up and looking at it. "Our salvation. On Earth."
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The Master had thought up the idea to put The Doctor in his asylum chair, his his whole body strapped to it. Kayla was put on a chair in the locked suit, strapped down as well to the chair. She was set right beside The Doctor, her chair up against the carrier, her mouth and eyes covered. The Doctor's eyes were free, however. Wilfrid sat in a chair, tied up with ropes. He was placed at the other end of the room. His face was untouched, so he was free to speak his mind.
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Fanfiction*Sequel to A Different Set Of Drums!* It is said that on the final days of planet earth, everyone had bad dreams. To the west of the north of that world, the human race did gather in celebration of a pagan rite to banish the cold and the dark. Each...
