The Doctor and the Demigods of Rome

Timelord

Happy Thanksgiving to all you Americans! To all of you who are clueless as to what Thanksgiving is, it’s a day in which we celebrate whatever we are thankful for. Then, immediately after, rush to stores to purchase stuff we don’t need.

Stay safe this Black Friday, everybody!

Eon was the one to tell everyone the news. She had ran out, following Kaysen, who had been kidnapped right in front of her eyes. She had turned into a jackal, something Walt had taught her how to do when she was younger, and managed to chase the vehicle off for half a block, before she nearly got hit by another vehicle.

“We should attack them!” Devraj had quickly suggested the second Eon was done telling her story. He stood up, his fist in the air, even though there was no one else in the room except her.

“Devraj, don’t you remember what your dad told you growing up?” Eon asked, putting her hand on her hips. She was like your typical teenage girl, always giving off some form of attitude.

“’You must take the brain out through the nose.’ Oh, wait, that was your dad!”

“’Don’t be so eager for a fight.’” Eon corrected him right as Carter and Walt walked in. He was, in reality, fully wanting to pick a fight with someone - anyone! He hadn’t broken a nose in months, and his fist was getting itchy once again to taste the blood of others.

“I’ll have to use that sometime, Eon,” Carter remarked with a smile. “His father must be very smart.”

“He’s no smarter than you, sir,” Devraj complemented, telling the full truth. He looked down at his feet, his hands unclenching from fists. Carter Kane had always been the voice to calm Devraj out of one of his spurts of anxiousness for a fight.

“So, you thought on our next strategy?” Walt asked, his face the emotionless mask that Eon knew so well. One of her first memories was looking up at that dark face of his, in his hand her nose, or at least what she thought was his nose. She was three, so it was hard to tell if it was or not in her mind.

“The Romans already know about us, at least according to Eon’s dreams. So, surely they’ll find one of our Nomes in the future. We should show them that even though they may have the factor of surprise for that kind of attack, we won’t let them ou- your subjects.” Devraj said that like a true prince, Eon thought. No wonder he always stared at the throne with longing, wishing to once again be beside it’s golden seat.

“You make a wonderful point,” Carter said with a nod of acceptance. “Do you wish to join this war council meeting in a few minutes?”

Devraj beamed. Two days until they leave, and he finally gets accepted at his Pharaoh’s side, like he always had been. But, unlike those times in the past, this time it appeared he would actually help with making decisions, rather than just watching them.

Two days.

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Kaysen waited an hour longer, shivering from the open door of the Senate House. She asked for a jacket earlier, but had yet to get one. Or for the door to be closed, which you would think they would do considering as they put her directly next to the door.

Dozing off, she was forced to sleep on the stone floor, to ensure she wasn’t loosening any bolts under the seat or something. But, again, they put her next to an open door. An open door.

A kick to her side sent her gasping for breath. Forced to her feet before fully ready, she saw the dark blue of the night sky behind the blond haired nightmare, in front of the open doorframe.

“A bigger on the inside box? A sound making device that opens doors? How do you make such marvels?”

His eyes were filled with the wonder in the way those devices could create the undoing of two mischievous cultures. Behind him were Reyna’s silver and gold pets, ready to pounce.

“Timelord science,” Kaysen answered simply, using the excuse from a dalek a long time ago.

Octavian stared at the dogs in amazement. They weren’t eating her alive. Not even a flinch, out of either of them.

“Timelord?”

“Did I stutter?” Kaysen asked, feeling as though she had the upper hand, even though she clearly did not. Mentally, maybe.

“What’s a Timelord?”

Octavian sat down on the bleachers. Kaysen remained on the ground, staring up at the man-boy.

“A Timelord is…” Kaysen paused in thought. How could you answer a question like that without causing you to get dissected? “an endangered species. But can we talk about the intelligence level of the men you put in charge of guarding your most valuable prisoners? Because they placed me right next to a-

“We’re not talking about them right now, are we? No. We‘re not. We’re talking about this Timelord thing. Now, explain what you meant by the Timelords, whatever they may be, are an endangered species.” Octavian pretended to be disconnected, even though his face read that he was fully captivated by anything and everything the young ginger had to say. Even though myth has it that they steal souls.

“I’m the last one.”

What am I thankful for? Um… my family… books… Doctor who… and YOU GUYS! I wouldn’t of made it this far without you! Love you (metaphorically speaking) all!

Remember that there MIGHT be a sequel to this, but I need your feedback. Should there be a sequel? I don’t know if anyone will actually READ IT, so say if you will or not in the comments! Because in 9, maybe 10 chapters there is one way it can turn, and another, and it depends on YOUR FEEDBACK!!!