Relative Prompt Four - Journey
wonder.
He remembers shedding the dome for the first time as a child, and gazing up at the unhindered radiance of a billion stars. He promised himself then that he would one day be among them, as free as their light to travel as he wished.
He ignored his studies in favour of different books, encyclopaedias of different cultures and languages and knowledge. Perspectives no one else wanted to consider, that he was continually amazed by.
As his grades slipped his dreams held fast, climbing ever higher until he could not bear to stay in one place, in a world of stagnancy and apathy.
chance.
It was several hundred years before he achieved his goal, stealing what would become his new home from neglect and decay, leading his shunned kin into the Vortex.
That first flight was the best moment of his first life, and remained so. He didn't know where he was going but it didn't matter at all. He was going to experience the universe.
desire.
The shine wore off eventually. Everything was still fascinating, exciting, but adventure was stained with blood, memories damned with the lives he could not save. He was disappointed in people, in life, but he couldn't bring himself to give up on them, not entirely.
Not, at least, to abandon them.
He wanted to make the universe better. To heal it, the Doctor of the Cosmos.
inspiration.
He knew that people couldn't be trust to run their own worlds. The earth decayed, the people starved, the sovereigns closed their eyes.
Someone needed to take control, to end the chaos, the pointless bloodshed, the needless poverty and devastation.
Why not a Time Lord? He had always struggled against their policy of non-interference, why not makes futile gestures and challenging ideas a reality?
quest.
His path was unsure at first. He didn't know yet how to overthrow governments from the inside, how to rally the people, how to choose the right rulers.
He learned. He grew more adept, more competent, more skilled as the centuries passed. More devious, more ruthless, because that was what was needed.
He learned that, sometimes, violence was unavoidable. That it could be used to his advantage, to that of everyone who was left. The ends could justify the means.
He learned that he could not always watch from a distance.
He learned to shape children into pawns and bishops, knights and kings.
triumph.
He is far from finished, but he has come a very long way. His name is known, now, across galaxies. He has forged countless alliances, defeated yet more adversaries.
He has taken lives to save millions. He has changed planets from wartorn wastelands to soaring societies, all under his control, distant but constant.
He does not regret. He does not hesitate. He is the Doctor.
He remembers shedding the dome for the first time as a child, and gazing up at the unhindered radiance of a billion stars. He promised himself then that he would one day be among them, as free as their light to travel as he wished.
He ignored his studies in favour of different books, encyclopaedias of different cultures and languages and knowledge. Perspectives no one else wanted to consider, that he was continually amazed by.
As his grades slipped his dreams held fast, climbing ever higher until he could not bear to stay in one place, in a world of stagnancy and apathy.
chance.
It was several hundred years before he achieved his goal, stealing what would become his new home from neglect and decay, leading his shunned kin into the Vortex.
That first flight was the best moment of his first life, and remained so. He didn't know where he was going but it didn't matter at all. He was going to experience the universe.
desire.
The shine wore off eventually. Everything was still fascinating, exciting, but adventure was stained with blood, memories damned with the lives he could not save. He was disappointed in people, in life, but he couldn't bring himself to give up on them, not entirely.
Not, at least, to abandon them.
He wanted to make the universe better. To heal it, the Doctor of the Cosmos.
inspiration.
He knew that people couldn't be trust to run their own worlds. The earth decayed, the people starved, the sovereigns closed their eyes.
Someone needed to take control, to end the chaos, the pointless bloodshed, the needless poverty and devastation.
Why not a Time Lord? He had always struggled against their policy of non-interference, why not makes futile gestures and challenging ideas a reality?
quest.
His path was unsure at first. He didn't know yet how to overthrow governments from the inside, how to rally the people, how to choose the right rulers.
He learned. He grew more adept, more competent, more skilled as the centuries passed. More devious, more ruthless, because that was what was needed.
He learned that, sometimes, violence was unavoidable. That it could be used to his advantage, to that of everyone who was left. The ends could justify the means.
He learned that he could not always watch from a distance.
He learned to shape children into pawns and bishops, knights and kings.
triumph.
He is far from finished, but he has come a very long way. His name is known, now, across galaxies. He has forged countless alliances, defeated yet more adversaries.
He has taken lives to save millions. He has changed planets from wartorn wastelands to soaring societies, all under his control, distant but constant.
He does not regret. He does not hesitate. He is the Doctor.