"Doctor! No!" my eyes suddenly jolted open, registering to the suddenly vaporising memories, my dreams being interrupted, since they'd mostly been made up of previous events, "Doctor! It'll kill me! Doctor!"
"You'll regenerate," he soothed, continuing his work. What I said was true. My brain began shutting down at the sudden loss, trying to protect itself from further interference. He removed the last of the memories and started putting a message in my head for when I had finished regenerating. My systems were failing and a voice in the back of my head screamed,
"Regenerate! Regenerate!" I didn't want this. I knew if I regenerated now, I'd have to let go of the memories he'd stolen from me. I had to decide now, because when I was done cooking, he'd have successfully taken every bit of Time Lord left in me. I'd be an echo of a Time Lord, then. An echo of a far greater something I was one of the last of.
Was it better to die a Time Lord or to live a lie?
"I'm sorry," he whispered, spreading the last of the message though my head. That's when I realised it. This was how I would pay for my crimes against my people. This was going to be the last revenge of the Time Lords, all along. I would be forgotten, just as they would be.
We would all die with Lord Doctor.
"Doctor," I whimpered. Just as I entered the state of regeneration, four words flew into my thought process.
Aeon. Ruler. Human. Fifteen.
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Forgotten By Time (Book Three - The Double Era Series)
AcakWith her memories gone, the Doctor has a second first encounter with Aeon Rider and, once again, invites her to go traveling almost immediately. With the idea of "Spime" travel being so very thrilling, Aeon insisted on a trip to America, but when on...
