In a room deep inside the building, a man in a robe shuts a door. Having changed out of the charred blazer, there is only one thing left to do before he can return to his persona. He stares down at the plaque, eerily illuminated by candlelight and written in the language the Doctor speaks. A warning and an explanation.
The man clicks on a pocket lighter and kneels down in front of the only two candles that are unlit in the room. The one before him is slender, the name on it carved in spindly lettering. He sighs very gently as he touches the flame of the lighter to the wick, and the waxy string catches at once. He sighs because another life has been lost. He sighs because being the Keeper of the Candles of Life is tolling, no matter how many eons he has been doing it.
He sighs because of the name written on the final candle in the room, directly beside the woman named Song.
Doctor.
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The Time of Change
FanfictionThere are some people who seem destined for greatness. There are others who seem stuck on the path of failure. For most of her life, Annalise Song felt as if she was the unhappy median between the two: bound to be nothing more than mediocre and soli...
