Everything
was burning.
The enemy had
increased their assault on the planet’s surface. Men, Women and children ran
for cover under the unrelenting bombardment. The continued onslaught
intensifying, the people knew they were on the verge of oblivion and hope was
clearly lost. The end was surely coming. The moment they had never been
prepared for.
The citadel
spires exploded, crumbled and fell from the ferocious fire power of their
greatest foe. Many lay dead, scattered in the wreckage. The soldiers on the
ground helped the wounded. Some fired back at the deadly enemy targets. Some
stood their ground until they met their fate whilst others, broken by what they
saw, ran for their lives but to no avail.
Surely this
was it. The planet braced.
Around the
brittle and dying planet salvation was at hand. Many tiny blue boxes spun
faster and faster as they hurtled through the atmosphere. Weaving in and out of
enemy motherships, gaining momentum. In their wake, trails of light grew
brighter with incessant energy. The reverberation of the energy harmonised like
a joyful hum. The once burning orange sky was slowly turning a brilliant
blinding white.
Suddenly the
world fell silent. The offensive had stopped. Their understanding shrouded, the
survivors stood amongst the ruin, smoke and fiery embers, raising their hands
to shadow the light as they looked on in awe. Time froze for a moment as the
planet breathed another breath once more.
That was the
moment.
The moment.
“Gallifrey
stands!”
They knew not
how it came to pass nor how one of their own had managed the impossible and
saved them once more; the one they once exiled, thought assassin; the one whom
they once put on trial, and once called President. He was the one with a
choice; the oncoming storm; the one with a plan spanning millennia.
The bringer
of light and the bringer of hope.
The
Sainted Physician,
his
name is but hidden:
no more.
To
rescue from space
His
own ancient race
Held
by promise that he once swore
Never
cowardly or cruel.
In
this his final renewal..
He
must go and face Trenzalore.
written by
J. ARTHUR RODGERS
copyright 2013
artwork by
COLIN JOHN
copyright 2013