THE GALLIFREY CHRONICLES, THE FALL OF GALLIFREY

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Emmaline sometimes had dreams, but not the normal type of dreams that people had. Her dreams, these dreams, were different and sometimes they were a warning from the future. Other times, they were of her past - a past she could not remember because she was too young to remember her home planet. That planet was now lost and destroyed, leaving every one of her own people dead.

It was a world like Gallifrey – except it wasn't Gallifrey. It was easily as beautiful as Gallifrey, though; the sky was a deep sapphire colour, twin moons that seemed to sparkle and shine as if they were diamonds. The stars in the night sky glittered and exploded in a million colours like an endless time loop and the city was hidden by a blue crystal dome.

Inside the city the streets were paved with gold and further in there were many rivers with beautiful, sparking clear water. In one dream she saw a stunning waterfall, so high that it almost reached the trees, pink water fell from it like a curtain of untold secrets.

And always, a wolf stood there guarding the city by night. The planet of the Guardians, it was called Bellona.

Emmaline was a full Time Lord now, but when she was a baby, she was in fact half Guardian and half Time Lord. Still, she felt very much a Guardian in every conceivable way - the last Guardian providing her with the gifts she had, but in her eyes, it would always be a curse to know when someone had made a decision to do something. She blocked it out as much as she could at the start and even now she was afraid of it.

In her latest dream tonight, she remembered what she had seen. A Time Lord, dressed in presidential gowns had kissed her and he held her tightly as she looked across at a strange beauty of an ocean planet with intelligent water. She just had to remember the name. She tried hard to focus to remember, but like a shot of lightening across a blackened sky, it came back to her: Maximediras. Everything in the last few months was coming back to her, small things at first, then bigger, more complicated things. It was like empting a box by shaking it upside down to see what would drop out next. Braxiatel had made her forget so many things, so many important things, that it made her sick to think about how much damage he had done to her. He'd put memory blocks on her, oh, she was so going to kill him when she got her hands on him. She just wanted to know why he felt he had the right to do that to her. What made him think it was acceptable?

"You won't win," said the voice in her head.

"I will," hissed Emmaline, pulling herself up.

"Emmaline, you need to rest" pleaded Damon, who was still sat by her bedside.

"I am fine" she placated, but she knew for certain that if he could see the inner battle being waged within the confines of her head, he would know for certain that she was lying.

Narvin walked into the medical station, heading for the room Emmaline had been placed in to give her more privacy.

"Daddy," she whispered.

"Emmaline," he said warmly. Emmaline could feel genuine joy and warmth emanating from his presence, as though he really was happy to see her. This deviated from his usual behaviour towards her and in a way, made her feel unsure.

Narvin beamed at his daughter, just when he thought he had lost everything, Emmaline was back on Gallifrey where she belonged. He just needed Romana home and they would be a family at last, but something was bothering him. Where had Emmaline been these few months? Had Braxiatel just found her or was there more to this? He still did not trust Braxiatel for the things he had done before Emmaline had sacrificed herself. The times Braxiatel had seduced his daughter and kept her identify from him. Emmaline had been under his nose for centuries and he had not known she was his daughter.

"What's wrong," he asked sensing her distress.

"Romana," she whispered. Romana had practically raised her since she had lost her own child. Romana had been the closest thing she had to a mother so finding out Romana hadn't been her real family had been hard, but in time she had adjusted. Now she realised that Narvin was her father, it changed things.

"We will find her," Narvin promised. He knew he would do all in his power to find her and bring her home - whatever it took. "Emmaline," he said needing to know. "What happened after you fell into the time fissure?"

Emmaline closed her eyes taking a deep breath. Remembering was not the problem, it was why Braxiatel had chose to take her home and not just so that he could help her as she was sick and that her body had been considerable weakened. The problem she had, was why Braxiatel felt the need to make her forget him, to put memory blocks on her. Luckily, they had not worked on her, but it hurt her to think he had messed with her head and not given her that choice. It wasn't as though remembering him would have killed her. Maybe she never really understood Braxiatel at all.

"I don't remember," Emmaline lied, biting her lip and casting her eyes down, unable to lie blatantly to someone's face, especially her own father's. Narvin let it drop for now, but he could easily tell she was hiding something. What made it worse was that fact that if she had to hide it from him, it must be something rather terrible.

"Get some rest and I will take you home in a while" he said, kissing her forehead softly. He waited until she had closed her eyes before he left. He then walked into the main part of the medical station, to see the girl that had caused a great stir since her arrival and was now sitting up in the bed when he walked through the door.

"Co-ordinator Narvin of the CIA," he introduced himself, holding out his hand but she made no effort to take it. She sniffed in a rather affected manner and spoke.

"I am the Warrior but my given name is Awen." Her voice was clear and confident.

"Awen," he repeated, looking curiously at the girl. "Do you know your parents?"

Awen looked at him condescendingly. "Indeed I do: my mother died when I was born and it is said that my father was Rassilon."

Narvin sat stunned for a few seconds before raising an eyebrow and shaking his head. "I believe you may be mistaken -"

"Are you calling me a liar?"

Narvin sighed. "Not at all. Let me tell you a story. It's set a long time ago... There were two Time Lords on Gallifrey; one was called the Doctor and the other was Romana. And there was a war, a Time War. There had been several but in this particular war, Romana had a baby in her arms while she was attacked by a Dalek."

Awen frowned, having an idea of where this was going.

"The attack had forced her to regenerate; she believed the baby was too young to regenerate" he continued, keeping his eyes locked onto hers.

"Are you saying they were my parents?" Awen said, without any real emotion, just blankness. "If your story is indeed true, you can plainly see that I am not dead."

Narvin looked away. "We did not know that; we assumed that you had died but some how Rassilon took you, maybe raised you up for his own purpose".

Awen glared down at Narvin and lifted her head up proudly. "I am a warrior I do not need anyone."

"Indeed," said Narvin; he could see clearly she was nothing like Romana. "However, Gallifrey is your home, where you belong."

"Why do I belong here? I've never lived here."

"This is your home planet! Your parents came from here." Narvin could not believe that she was questioning that fact.

"So my parents... where are they meant to be precisely? Why aren't they here, tending to me and gushing over the miraculous return of their daughter?" Narvin didn't like her tone, but replied nonetheless.

"The Doctor travels the universe...in other words he abandoned Romana... And Romana has gone missing. She was our President."

"So they are not here; I have no reason to stay." she said contemptuously. "And what is your involvement?"

"Romana and I were planning on marrying."

Awen raised an eyebrow dubiously. "Is that so?" she asked, in a mocking tone. "And why would the President involve herself with the CIA? I thought such things were...not done?" Awen wrinkled her nose at the prospect of a Lady President lowering herself to even touch a Co-ordinator of the CIA, let along marry him.

Narvin raised an eyebrow. "Things are not always so black and white."

"Yes they are, it is perfectly simple. So what are you planning on doing with me?" she demanded.

"Doing with you? I am not the enemy Awen."

"Well you know what?" said Awen. "I don't need you or Romana and I certainly don't need Gallifrey, I am a warrior."

Narvin sighed; he knew it was going to be one of those days. He knew, however, that he had to do what was best for Gallifrey, let alone Romana and Emmaline. He didn't think Awen's arrival was likely to help Emmaline. He had just got Emmaline back and he did not want to lose her again.

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