Kristen sits on The Hill. The Hill where she met him.
She tries to recall the memory, but it is so hazy. Something went wrong when she collected everyone else’s memories; she lost the memory she loved most.
It was a hot summer’s day…at least she thinks it was summer. She was barely 15 or 16…Kristen rubs her temples trying to remember. He was…so mysterious, standing on The Hill. She had approached with caution.
Next thing she can remember is talking to him all day and late into the night. Stargazing.
With a sigh, Kristen tried to think about what happened next. Her father yelling at her for being out so late.
“But I love him!!” she yelled, the walls shaking from her anger.
“No,” her father said in his calm voice, “you need power, not love.”
She can never forget that conversation with her father, but her memory of the guy is gone from her. She can’t remember his face or name, but she remembers the twinkle of wonder in his eyes. Kristen smiles at the thought of his eyes.
After a week of sneaking out to see him, her father had banished him. At least that’s what he told Kristen.
“He’s your weakness,” her father said.
That night, she committed her first crime. Nobody knew it was her. It looked like her father died of natural causes. Soon after, she was appointed Eldest, despite being the youngest Time Lord. The title passed down through the generations.
Kristen lays down staring at the fluffy white clouds. “Why can’t life be simple anymore?” She whispers at the sky. “Where are you?” Her eyes slowly fill with tears…
Ever since her father banished him, she couldn’t stop searching…she wanted to destroy everyone who stood in her way. Creating Peter was not helpful…he just became shell of all the Time Lords.
“Maybe he’s not even a Time Lord,” the Eldest sighs as she sits back up. “I’m too vulnerable here.” And with a “whoosh” she’s gone again.
