A Fantasy of a Nightmare (Doctor Who fanfiction)

Chapter 12

By then a crowd had gathered around me, some watching with glee and others with horror. One of them was the Doctor. He looked at me in terror, blinking with glassy eyes.
"Clara,"he said with a note of fear, (or was that admiration?) in his eyes. "I haven't known you for all that long, and I can't make any promises, but I think... I think you'll make an excellent companion!" And just like that, he turned from a Doberman to a poodle.
The horde of Egyptians surrounding me, however, clearly had different thoughts as most of them seemed completely miffed by my actions. After much murmuring and pointed glances, one of them stepped forward. He was a large, strapping man who looked as if he was could crush my tiny frame under his thumb. "You," he said, pointing one caterpillar-like finger at me. I looked around in mock surprise. "Who, me?" I asked, sarcasm dripping from my tone.
"Yes, you." Replied the burly man. And then to my shock, he did the last thing I expected him to do. He dropped to his knees and bowed at my feet. "Goddess." He said without looking up.
"Goddess?" I asked, completely flustered.
The man looked at me with moony eyes. "Yes, goddess," he said. "You are clearly not from this time or place, and you are not Egyptian, but you speak it perfectly and you know our history and our gods. You can see the future. And only a god or goddess would be courageous enough to face Amenhotep. He has plagued us for years after his death, has killed so many and haunted our towns. Finally, the gods have mercy on us by sending down one of their own! You were sent here to rid us of him, were you not?" He and the mob glare me down with an expectant, tense gaze.
I don't know what to say. The townspeople are gazing at me with so much hope in their eyes, so much love. Finally I let down my walls and cave into the ruse.
"Yes," I sighed. "My name is, er, Clara, and I have been sent by your gods to help rid you of your pestilence and your problems."
I can see the Doctor waving at me in panic from the back of the horde, telling me that we need to get out of this, now.
My eyes flicking back and forth, I quickly manage to stutter out, "But, I, erm, need to leave now. Back to the kingdom of the gods! Your problems are gone! Right?" I asked warily.
The crowd begins to murmur and soon the burly man reappears. He booms, "But you are our patron; you cannot leave us! We will take you to our high priestess. Come with us, your highness, Clara." Your highness? A girl could get used to this.