The Time Lord Of The Fallen

Part 1: The Broken Man

There once was a man who looked at all of time and space with his eyes whilst standing from inside his box. Floating around to the deepest and darkest corners of the universe with no care for the world he was visiting. Sometimes, he often helped those in need on the planet below from death and destruction and once he was done, he left without a simple thank you being said to him because he was used to saving people, civilisations, planets and entire galaxies. Sometimes, all at the same time.

Every time, it would be the same. The man would walk back into his ship, press a few buttons on his ships console and then bam. Next stop: everywhere or so it would seem at first. But regardless of where the ship took the man, he analysed where he was, what he was doing and if he had to plan on what to do next and how to do it. He never bored of it because he knew it had to be done. There was no man like him out there who did what he was doing so it did feel almost like a moral duty at points but that was fine for him to fulfil.

Every now and again, there would come a point when the man would change his face. Completely so it was almost unrecognisable every time. But there was always a way to distinguish the man out. His beating hearts always pumped 4 times and it was the same beat every time throughout his many lives. 

The man changed face as a way to avoid dying and subsequently civilisations rejoiced at the news every time because they knew for one more lifetime at least, there would be a man ready to save them if they ever got into a problem with an invading army or empire of any sort which may come along and attempt to cause destruction, havoc and death for those who lived peaceful lives.

Enough had become enough though for the man. Despite having a fresh looking face, that of a human male in his twenties, he felt old, battered and ruined. Fed up with life in general and fed up with the stereotype that he would come to the rescue to save everyone that needed saving.

He didn't want to lead that life anymore. He wanted a break from everything and if that break meant he was just moping around in his ship for a few years whilst times changed, civilisations became less dependant on him, planets burn into nothing whilst new planets were being born at the same time, then so be it.

The mans last battle had been ferocious, dangerous and traumatising to say the very least. He had picked up mental scars over the years from his various trips across the universe but this last battle had become something unforeseen that even he knew could scar him for an entire lifetime if the results of the battle became poor for him. 

His clothes had become torn, burned and battered like nothing else seen before by him in his current lifetime. He felt like death would finally be succumbed to after all of the years changing into a new man every time to avoid dying but he was proved wrong once more. His hearts kept beating, slowly but efficiently whilst the energy that normally started his metamorphic change into a new man gave off around his body instead to restore him to at least relatively good health at least instead.

Whilst lying on the battlefield that he had just fought on, the man saw there was nothing around him nor was there anything in the sky. It was completely desolate with no stars shining anymore. Everyone had either gone or was deceased with their corpses slowly decaying into little dots in the ground where men had once fallen whilst protecting those they loved. The man rose from his back unsure of what body parts were still able to operate normally and efficiently.

For a moment, he stared across the battlefield. He saw the death, destruction and inferno he had been part of during his most recent battle. Just moments ago as such for him that were slowly feeling like a lifetime ago. No one but him was standing on the battlefield anymore. He realised he had been given the greatest gift in living for one more day at least or even one more lifetime but for how long until the effects of this battle would tear into him both mentally and physically was another story and an answer he didn't know.

The man stopped staring around him. He brought the key to his ship out of his inside jacket pocket. Looking like a burned saucepan that had been chucked into a red hot fire for days on end. Almost looking like a piece of charcoal that was ready to be placed into a barbecue. 

The mans head starting spinning. Just for a brief moment nonetheless but it happened as the man tried to catch his bearings on where he was. Like the first time a human being recovers from the flu in bed and they stand up for the first time in a few days, the head was spinning to that degree. Whilst the mans head was spinning, he attempted to start walking back to his ship knowing that was where he could rest once more.

Whilst walking slowly and gradually back to his ship one step at a time, he saw the remains of that he had just fought before becoming unconscious and sleeping in a bid to recover despite believing it was his time for death to finally come around to him once more but this time, permanently and forever.

The remains of these silver bodies in steel coats of armour were left all over the field whilst the man was walking slowly. It brought the memories of the pain and destruction that been had caused and witnessed back to the man. However, he was past the point of feeling traumatised or even fearing one of these silver beings would come alive once more to strike one final blow into him and therefore leave him lifeless.

In the end after about 15 minutes of walking up a hill where this battle had been fought, the man saw his ship in the distance and knew it was almost time for him to leave this godforsaken planet that he had visited and fought on for the lives of the innocents who had asked for his help in saving their lives.

The ship's exterior itself looked bashed about, a tad worn out in areas. A bit of the ship had worn out evidently from the burning fireball that the battlefield had been involved in and faced first hand but to the man, it was home for him regardless.

He walked up to the ship. A blue police box in all of its height and glory from Earth around the 1960's in Britain. It was there where the box had become stuck in its current guise. Not the man really cared about the ship staying in the guise of a police box given it helped him recognise it instead of having to remember what guise he came out of when embarking on a new planet. The man knew he was home and back to safety for at least some time.

Out came the key to the ship. All ruined and charcoaled but it still granted him entry into his home once more.

The man slotted the key into the lock. Slowly but forcefully turned ninety degrees to the right before it clicked open and became unlocked once more. The man pushed the right sided door open and inside was like a world of its own.

Inside it was met with white circular roundels all across the walls with a hint of dark shaded black in the rim of it whilst in the centre was a console. Hexagonal sided with so many gadgets for so many functions that the ship could do. One could dream endlessly of what to do or what they could attempt to do thanks to the gadgets and controls on the console. Above the console lied a movable rectangular screen that could be moved to any side of the hexagonal console interior. Almost a bit like a roundabout device with silver tracks helping it move.

The man trudged into the ship with discomfort. Pulled the key out of the lock, shut the door and after having done so, laid his back on the door almost like he was tired and fed up with life after his latest ordeal on the planet he had landed on. After a brief moment, the man managed to fix himself and his back into its normal position as he carried on trudging to the main console device in the centre of the room with a limp of sorts accompanying him to it.

He looked at one lever on the console and instantly pressed down on it knowing it would take him away from this godforsaken planet. In an instant, the ship dematerialised from the planet. To those viewing from the outside, the ship simply vanished from where it was on the field whilst on the inside, a huge roar from the ships engines began and with it, a shaky decent into the time vortex once more.

The time vortex was almost like a second home to the man. His ship was his home but the moment he had guided it into the vortex or deep space as some would call it, he would able to relax with ease and a sigh of relief whilst the ship took him to his next destination. It could take however long for the ship to go from place to place in the vortex but that was fine with the man.