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Post by LADY TARDIS on Feb 17, 2012 19:17:53 GMT -5
Time has shattered like a mirror dropped on the hard ground-millions and millions of glittering pieces and little splinters everywhere.
But to really understand, we should start at the beginning, where all good things start. When we reach the end, we’ll know more than we know now and less than we think we do, but that will have to be enough.
Once upon a time there was a mischievous sprite. He was hardly ever bad, and almost always good, even when he had to do very bad things for very good reasons.
Now, the mischievous sprite carried a great many burdens, and like Atlas himself, felt the weight of worlds on his shoulders. But he had a great number of mortal friends, and more than friends, so he didn’t mind. They were all good and brave-they made him want to be good and brave, too, as your very best friends do-and he loved them like family.
The sprite traveled with his friends, and his more than friends, doing good things (and sometimes some not so good things) and having a wonderful time. They met strange new people and ate strange new food, and it was the best sort of fun.
One day in particular, the sprite and his very best friend took a trip to a place called Midnight. It was a place of peace and beauty-all diamond canyons and sapphire waterfalls-and the little sprite was sure he wouldn’t do any not so good things in such a nice place. But sometimes beauty hides very bad things, like a red-red apple with a rotten core, and Midnight was no different.
Another sprite lived in those diamond canyons, as old as old can be and bad through and through. And she wanted the mischievous sprite to help her escape. She twisted him up and caught him round, and though she’d won until a very brave woman did a very good thing and defeated her.
The sprite thought he’d won.
He took his very best friend and left Midnight, and soon forgot about the very bad creature from the diamond canyon. She hadn’t forgotten him. Oh no.
She had seen the heavy burden the sprite carried, and saw all the bad things he did for good reasons, and all the shadows inside the sprite that grew darker and darker with every passing day and knew she’d found a kindred spirit.
And without him even noticing, she placed something new there-a shard of niggling doubt and darkness, a slither of diamond that could not be felt or seen. It traveled with him for a long time before it found a new home.
A bright, strong soul all couched in darkness and pain where it burrowed down deep, whispering many evil thoughts and slowly corrupting, waiting for the right moment.
Plot © to River Song and The 11th Doctor
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