Journey, Sun; Doctor Who; PG13
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morgynleriTitle: Journey
Previous Parts: Night, Moon
Characters: The Doctor (Nine), the Seer, Brother, Sister
Sun
Cascading stars on the slumbering hills
They are dancing as far as the sea
The sun rises over the city, stars fading over the hills that reflect blue hues back to the golden brick-work buildings. Sister raises her arms to the fading stars, a silent plea in her stance. Take them all away from this city, the pleading crowds they have endured since the Seer first spoke.
She knows there is something wrong with the Seer, that she and Brother take care of so carefully. She is not like him, to know the future before it happens, but she knows that the body cannot see so much, endure so much, and be whole. She knows that those who beg the Seer to see their fate hasten his own.
"There can be no Seer here," she whispers as she flees the sun's burn, wide eyes meeting Brother's gaze. "He burns more with each, he dies more with every word. There can be no more Seer. Nothing but a man and his nest-mates."
"No one will believe us here. They know he sees what happens before it can come." Brother puffs out his feathers, peering out at the street where the first people are beginning to gather, to beg to learn their fate, though the Seer speaks in riddles they do not understand.
"Then we leave when the sun is gone, and they are huddled in their nests." Sister hisses at the door, scaring back one brave chick that creeps too close. "Take him where he does not have to see the visions that burn like the sun."
"Where shall we go?" Brother is younger than Sister, hesitant of leaving the nest, leaving what he knows.
"There are ships that sail the stars, that leave from the city on the sea. Another place, with nights longer, and everyone is strange, and asks no questions about what may be." Sister is confident this is what they must do. Certain that it will stop the visions that burn her youngest nest-mate's mind and body.
Riding o'er land, you can feel its gentle hand
Leading on to its destiny
All around him is a hum that is familiar and unfamiliar, heard all his life, but never until this moment. Before him is a strange glow that he knows burns his life away, slowly and so fast. And a world, like nothing he's seen before. A world that does not exist as it burns and dies.
He sees moonlight over rooftops, strange metallic creatures, a man pulling a girl into a run, golden light bursting forth to free one man from inside another. Hears screams of pain, a grating word he does not understand but knows to fear, brave words spoken with a certainty that they won't be enough. It all mingles and jumbles, and the burn fades when it does, the hum and glow less than the memories not his own, not anyone's anymore.
"Mistake?" That word he understands, and he's drawn back to the present. Present, past, future, it's all the same. "How?"
"You said it yourself." The Seer focuses on the city before him, like and unlike the one in which he was born. "What I know, I should not." He raises one clawed hand to tap his temple, a gesture learned from the memories not his own. "All jumbled in here. The past is future is present is past. Happened and not happened, people that never existed as they died."
The Doctor shifts behind him, and he feels the man's glare against the shadows and robes that cling to him. He's not listening to the riddle, not yet.
"You do not listen. Everyone alone together, past is future is present is past, what happens does not happen." He clacks his jaw in frustration. "The world that never was burns, and the storm runs away. Everyone alone together, you have to listen to understand."
"You're making less sense than most prophets." The Doctor sounds more irritated than he did earlier, and the Seer lets out a hiss of frustration, finally turning to look at him.
"Listen, understand. All of us, always, alone, together." He saw the confusion spread across the man's face when the Doctor tried to meet his eyes. Difficult when they could not be seen through the shadows that stubbornly clung to him. Would cling to him until he could let himself go. "Travel, the past is future is present is past."
Next Part: Day
Previous Parts: Night, Moon
Characters: The Doctor (Nine), the Seer, Brother, Sister
Cascading stars on the slumbering hills
They are dancing as far as the sea
The sun rises over the city, stars fading over the hills that reflect blue hues back to the golden brick-work buildings. Sister raises her arms to the fading stars, a silent plea in her stance. Take them all away from this city, the pleading crowds they have endured since the Seer first spoke.
She knows there is something wrong with the Seer, that she and Brother take care of so carefully. She is not like him, to know the future before it happens, but she knows that the body cannot see so much, endure so much, and be whole. She knows that those who beg the Seer to see their fate hasten his own.
"There can be no Seer here," she whispers as she flees the sun's burn, wide eyes meeting Brother's gaze. "He burns more with each, he dies more with every word. There can be no more Seer. Nothing but a man and his nest-mates."
"No one will believe us here. They know he sees what happens before it can come." Brother puffs out his feathers, peering out at the street where the first people are beginning to gather, to beg to learn their fate, though the Seer speaks in riddles they do not understand.
"Then we leave when the sun is gone, and they are huddled in their nests." Sister hisses at the door, scaring back one brave chick that creeps too close. "Take him where he does not have to see the visions that burn like the sun."
"Where shall we go?" Brother is younger than Sister, hesitant of leaving the nest, leaving what he knows.
"There are ships that sail the stars, that leave from the city on the sea. Another place, with nights longer, and everyone is strange, and asks no questions about what may be." Sister is confident this is what they must do. Certain that it will stop the visions that burn her youngest nest-mate's mind and body.
Leading on to its destiny
All around him is a hum that is familiar and unfamiliar, heard all his life, but never until this moment. Before him is a strange glow that he knows burns his life away, slowly and so fast. And a world, like nothing he's seen before. A world that does not exist as it burns and dies.
He sees moonlight over rooftops, strange metallic creatures, a man pulling a girl into a run, golden light bursting forth to free one man from inside another. Hears screams of pain, a grating word he does not understand but knows to fear, brave words spoken with a certainty that they won't be enough. It all mingles and jumbles, and the burn fades when it does, the hum and glow less than the memories not his own, not anyone's anymore.
"Mistake?" That word he understands, and he's drawn back to the present. Present, past, future, it's all the same. "How?"
"You said it yourself." The Seer focuses on the city before him, like and unlike the one in which he was born. "What I know, I should not." He raises one clawed hand to tap his temple, a gesture learned from the memories not his own. "All jumbled in here. The past is future is present is past. Happened and not happened, people that never existed as they died."
The Doctor shifts behind him, and he feels the man's glare against the shadows and robes that cling to him. He's not listening to the riddle, not yet.
"You do not listen. Everyone alone together, past is future is present is past, what happens does not happen." He clacks his jaw in frustration. "The world that never was burns, and the storm runs away. Everyone alone together, you have to listen to understand."
"You're making less sense than most prophets." The Doctor sounds more irritated than he did earlier, and the Seer lets out a hiss of frustration, finally turning to look at him.
"Listen, understand. All of us, always, alone, together." He saw the confusion spread across the man's face when the Doctor tried to meet his eyes. Difficult when they could not be seen through the shadows that stubbornly clung to him. Would cling to him until he could let himself go. "Travel, the past is future is present is past."
Next Part: Day