Crimson Pond- The Time-Witch

Tragedy; October 22 1992

People say that time is a funny thing; but when you think about it in depth, it's actually rather curious. How milliseconds turn to seconds, seconds to minutes, minutes to hours, hours to days, days to months, months to years, years to centuries, centuries to decades, and the list goes on. On this very day, a young girl turns four; her name is Crimson Pond. Crimson is a very, very special girl; she doesn't know it yet, but she will be great one day soon. Now, her mother, Amethyst Pond, was a witch, Pure-blood to be exact.Her father, Jared Pond, was a Time-Lord; he literally has the power to control time and time travel.To simplify this all up- Time-Lord met Witch, fell in love, and had a daughter who will become the first Time-Witch.

For Crimson's birthday, Amethyst waved her wand and put a nice carrot cake with cream cheese frosting in front of her. Crimson loved her mother's magic tricks and hoped they'd last forever. For a present, her father got her a customized gold pocket watch necklace. When you open it, it had a picture of all three of them. It also had her name engraved on the back. Her mother even enchanted it to make the picture of them move.

Crimson looked at her watch and saw that the big hand was pointing to the twelve and the little hand was pointing to the eight. "My goodness, it's 8:00! Crimson, time to go to bed sweetie," said Amethyst. She got down from her chair and walked to the stairs. After reaching the top of the stairs, she found her pyjamas and slipped them on, brushed her teeth, and crawled into bed. "Goodnight my little elf." said her mother." Sweet dreams my little companion." said her father. "Night Mummy, night Daddy." she said in reply.

She closed her eyes and waited for a dream to pop into her head. Sadly, she kept tossing and turning, tossing and turning; she could not get comfortable. Then, she stood up and walking to her parent's bedroom, hoping they would let her sleep in their room. To her surprise, they were not there. So, she decided to look down stairs. She crept down the stairs one step at a time. After reaching the bottom step, she waddled to the kitchen; they weren't there. They weren't in the dinning room either. Then she heard the static of the television. She tip-toed to the living room. "Mummy, Daddy." she said, but they did not answer. She walked deeper into the not so illuminated room and saw that her mother was on the floor and her father in an up-right position on the couch.

She knelt down to her mother, who's hair covered her face. Crimson carefully pulled it back in case her mother was asleep. Then, she felt something wet on her legs; it was a pool of blood by her mother's heart. "M-Mummy?! NO! Mum please wake up! MUMMY!!" Crimson cried, letting out a small hick sound. She looked at her father, who had two blood stains, one by each heart, and saw that he moved slightly. "Cr-Crimson dear..," he said faintly. "No daddy. Not you too! You're a Time-Lord airn't you? Regenerate!" she said. "I'm afraid it's not that easy. You see my grandfather, your great grandfather, was the last remaining Time-Lord and he had a daughter, Gen, who's my mum, your grandmother. She was part Time-Lady. She decides to go to the past and falls in love with a human boy. They have me but I'm also only part Time-Lord. I can't regenerate like my granddad." he said before coughing. She gave a disappointed look and said, "Does that mean I have more witch in me then Time-Lady, and if this ever happens to me even if i have two hearts, i'd die?" He nodded slowly, "But you can change that." "How?" "That's something f-for you t-to find o-out."

He slowly reached his hand to his shirt pocket and pulled out a tri-folded piece of paper; luckily there was no blood on it. Even though Crimson is four, she has a more advance mind then normal children. She lifted the first flap and read the big bold title 'Last Will and Testimony of...'. She knew what this meant, but she didn't want it to. She asked him, "Who did this to you?" Before he could answer, he was gone.

Crimson let out a small weep and tears streamed down her face. She glanced at her pocket watch and it was 11:59 PM October 22nd, 1992. This poor innocent four year old felt something change inside her, like a new feelings entered her body and was there to stay; darkness, loneliness, and revenge. She had the worst headache and stomachache ever. There lie the corpses of her parents and now she was going to make the most painful phone call to the police saying that a murder has occurred in her house and would also have to call the local orphanage.

This was a complete tragedy. Happy Birthday Crimson. This was the big start to her epic life as the Time-Witch; sadly it will be like a ginormous roller coaster ride of happiness and sadness, but that's time for ya.