Silencewillfall Stories

Have you ever wanted to know the answer to something? Been so interested in a topic that you stayed up well past your bedtime to research why something was the way it was, or if it was possible for it to ever be anything different? I have. That's why I got started, the Remembrance. I was only supposed to be the Chronicle of our History, so everyone could have the same access to learning as Time Lords did. It wasn't supposed to just be for me, or them. It was for everyone. I guess that naivety is what very quickly turned the wintry Elizabeth into the small and broken Eliza. The Remembrance of the Dead. My love of learning and Archiving quickly got turned against me when people showed what they could all do with even the simplest of things. Teach someone to make fire? They'd burn down their neighbours and rule with a red hot fist, until someone else learned and fought back. War and carnage ensues. But that's just it, isn't it? Knowledge is powerful, and it is always too tempting to misuse that power over someone lacking in it. This is the story of my brother and I, Lost in the Temptation of learning, where perhaps we went a little too deep for our own good. And one of us would say the price for the secrets to be kept.

As I lay here, dying in his arms, all I could hear was silence. "Silence will fall." I whispered, quietly running my hand along his jaw. Then my eyes closed forever. -------------------------------------------------------------------- Magenta Westerway grew up with the famous fairy-tale about the doctor. The on-coming storm, the destroyer of worlds but the last of his race. Now, at the age of 26 , her fairy-tale has become reality. With secrets uncovered, tears shed and lots of running, Magenta is in for a long journey across time and space. -------------------------------------------------------------------- Aʟʟ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ᴀʀᴇ ᴄᴏᴘʏʀɪɢʜᴛᴇᴅ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ Cᴏᴘʏʀɪɢʜᴛ, Dᴇsɪɢɴs ᴀɴᴅ Pᴀᴛᴇɴᴛs Aᴄᴛ 1988. Tʜɪs ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇs ᴀʟʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs, ᴘʀᴏʟᴏɢᴜᴇs/ᴇᴘɪʟᴏɢᴜᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ᴀssᴏᴄɪᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ. Aɴʏ ᴜɴᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀɪᴢᴇᴅ ᴄᴏᴘʏɪɴɢ, ʙʀᴏᴀᴅᴄᴀsᴛɪɴɢ, ᴍᴀɴɪᴘᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴅɪsᴛʀɪʙᴜᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏʀ sᴇʟʟɪɴɢ ᴏғ ᴛʜɪs ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴄᴏɴsᴛɪᴛᴜᴛᴇs ᴀs ᴀɴ ɪɴғʀɪɴɢᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴏғ ᴄᴏᴘʏʀɪɢʜᴛ. Aɴʏ ɪɴғʀɪɴɢᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜɪs ᴄᴏᴘʏʀɪɢʜᴛ ɪs ᴘᴜɴɪsʜᴀʙʟᴇ ʙʏ ʟᴀᴡ.

One rainy day in England, a young girl, around the age of 22, was expecting nothing to happen. Only to go out and have fun with her friends. She was caught in a game of chase, when she ran straight into a strange blue box. Did she know what it held? Nope. Did she know where it came from? Not a clue. But she did know...that it contained many mysteries, and maybe even the adventure of a lifetime... Join this young girl in her adventures with the Doctor in... Reach for the Stars.

People often believe that I'm lovely. That I'm the nice one. I'm not. My name is Professor Elizabeth Caine, the Remembrance of the Dead, and what parts of me are left Time Lord instead of just a computer are far from lovely. You see, my life never allowed me to keep these parts of myself, because between my husband beating me to the point of miscarriage, my brother regularly blowing up the universe and all the constant strays he brings home, I have had to pick away anything fragile to the point I am as cold and as hard as the Matrix that I was once a part of. If I wanted to, I could make you stand before your greatest fear until your heart gave out from terror. Or balance on a tightrope when you've just spun around like a top. I could take whatever I wanted without a care and the only reason I don't is because I know it will upset my brother who did his best to teach me right from wrong. I may not be lovely, but I am still Lost In Translation of changing the programming of who I was into who I am now. Let's see if this time I can work it out.