He rushed to the screen as it started up, playing a live feed of my dream.
"Ooo," he approved, "She dreams in colour and full detail; excellent! It's even in third person perspective. You are one clever girl, Aeon Ruler." In the dream, we were looking upon a girl who I recognised as a past regeneration of myself, laying helpless on a metal floor. My head shot up as the sound of a Dalek approached.
"Exterminate! Exterminate!" it chanted, moving closer at a rather rapid speed.
"Exterminate..." I shivered, quietly, "I guess I should have figured. Couldn't let even your own conspirator live. All the Time Lords had to go, right?"
"This is correct," the Dalek nodded.
"You know, I'm dying already, robutt," I stated, "It's likely I'm not going to make it to the end of this war. You know what would be really torturous? You should have me be alone, forever. I'd be hard, being the last of my kind, considering no one else survived."
"You are the last Time Lord," the Dalek verified.
"So, I'm pretty human, metal-head," I gave a arrogant smirk, "You and I both know I wouldn't last a day on my own, anyways."
"This is true," the Dalek stated, turning to , "You are but a child. If you can reach the exit, you can go free. You will not make it."
"Watch me, wire-face," I smirked, watch me."
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The Aeon of the Time Lords (Book Two - the Double Era Series)
AléatoireOur Doctor was so much bigger on the inside. He'd looked past the unforgivable and let Aeon start again. Like with any companion, the Doctor took her places she could only imagine... Or remember. The thing is, Aeon knows more than is safe. For her...
