Time Lords and Wizards...

(Cover by Aldrin Rogue)
"Hello Doctor, I'm the wizard who's saved your life four times so far. Nice to meet you"
The Doctor is a the last of a race called the Time Lords, from the planet Gallifrey in the constellation of Kasterboros. He's over 1000 years old and likes to travel through space and time saving the universe. And he doesn't believe in magic. That is until a wizard saves his life from a manticore, a magical creature that seems scientifically impossible.

The Nameless character is my property and so is the form of magic used in this story, which I have taken from a novel I am writing (not on Movellas). The Doctor Who references and Characters, etc belong to the BBC. This story is not made for profit, merely for fun. If any copyright infringement has been caused by me in this Movella, please notify me BBC and I shall edit the infringement out. If anyone wishes to use any of the characters that are my property, then please ask me beforehand. Thanks


3. Loch Ness

Outside the doors of the TARDIS, there was a forest. I figured we were in the highlands near Inverness. It was still dark, seeing as we had only travelled through space, not time. I looked at my watch. 2:36 AM. The Doctor, Clara and my dragon joined me outside the TARDIS. The Doctor clicked his fingers, and the TARDIS doors closed and locked by themselves.

"What is his name?" the Doctor asked, pointing at the dragon circling a few feet above our heads.

"Aigaion" I answered.

"Yeah, that's me. Now, which way are we going?" asked the dragon, already having shifted to a slightly larger size so that he was about as tall as large dog. If a large dog had wings.

"This way," I smiled, "The outpost is near the water's edge."

We walked through the woods, the dragon and I paying close attention for any possible signs of attackers or spies watching us.

"You said you've saved my life before," said the Doctor.

"Four times, including that last one with the manticore," I said.

"Yeah, well why haven't I seen you, and when did you save my life?"

"You didn't see me because you weren't paying attention, or because I didn't want you to see me. The last time I saved you, you were trying to stop a plane from crashing into London, something to do with the WiFi controlling it or something. Anyway, you were about to crash so I flew under the plane and lifted the nose so that it was pointing upwards. The plane's engines did the rest. The time before that, there was a Dalek invasion, when they moved the Earth to the Medusa Cascade. I kept them extremely busy in Aberdeen by expanding a barrier protecting my house from attack and then flying up to fight them. Then there was a wild Cu-sith that thought you looked tasty about two months ago. I persuaded it that you weren't."

"What's a Cu-sith?" asked Clara.

"It's like a huge wolf that's about the size of a bull. They're seen as bringers of death," I answered.

"How long have you been doing this sort of thing?"

"About seven months. Do you always ask this many questions?"

"Normally, I don't," Clara answered me, "but that's mostly because the main answers I get are either 'it's spacey-wacey' or 'it's timey-wimey'. Kind of kills the questions I want to ask."

"Hang on," the Doctor said, sounding confused, "that Dalek invasion was at least four years ago, how could you have fought them if you started doing this seven months ago?"

"The Dalek invasion was about six years ago actually," I replied, "it's complicated."

We kept walking through the forest for about five more minutes, until suddenly the trees stopped, and we were at the edge of Loch Ness. On the other side, I could see Inverness, although the fog that had drifted in made it difficult to make out any details from this side of the loch. The place we were looking for was about half a mile south of Inverness, so we would have to cross the loch to get there. I looked at my dragon.

"Any sign of trouble?" I asked.

"I don't think so, but we should probably stay on our guard," he answered, "I guess I'll have to carry them over, won't I?"

"Well, the other way across would be for me to teleport everyone across, and you know I can't do that with more than one passenger," I said, "Anyway, we need to get going before someone tries to kill us again, I'll fly alongside to look ahead for traps and stuff."

I still had the fire spell that allowed me to fly active, so as soon as the Doctor and Clara were on Aigaion, we took off and flew at about 3000 feet above the loch. We were in the air for about five minutes before we got there. Aigaion circled down to the ground, and I dived down, stopping my fall about half a metre above the ground and flipping so I landed feet first.

"Show off," muttered Aigaion.

"Says the dragon who can throw a bus as easily as a paper plane," I muttered back as I went to help the Doctor and Clara get down from my dragon's back.

"The outpost is over there," I said, pointing ahead of me. As we walked forward through the fog, a dark shape appeared, looming above us like an impenetrable dark barrier. Suddenly, the fog cleared, and the dark barrier became a wooden palisade, painted so that it was camouflaged against the hillside behind it. I instantly knew that it was probably loaded with defensive enchantments. Looking behind me, I saw that the fog stopped suddenly, as if there was an invisible barrier holding it back, which there was actually, about 20 metres away from the palisade as a first line of defence. The barrier stopped things like fog and magical attacks, so that anyone inside the outpost had a clear line of sight if anyone tried to get in. It also alerted them if anyone went through the barrier as soon as they crossed it. We kept walking towards the gate in the palisade, except we were going slower now, I was surprised that we hadn't been confronted yet.

"Stop there, you lot!" came a shout from the top of the palisade, "tell me who you are, or we'll strike you down where you stand!"

I looked up to the top of the palisade, to where the shout had come from, and saw the man standing there. He was well built, wearing leather armour and a steel helmet. He was aiming a crossbow at us, and judging by his accent he was probably from Glasgow or thereabouts. I scanned the rest of the palisade, and saw four more guards aiming various weapons at us. I held up my hands to show I was unarmed.

"We're not here to fight you, we're here to ask for help," I said, "I'm the one you call the Nameless, these are my friends, the Doctor and Clara, and this is my dragon, Aigaion."

"Let them through," I heard the man say. Clearly he was in charge.

The gate opened, and we went through it. It made a loud thud as it closed behind us.

"Why did you not come out to meet us in the normal way?" I asked the man, who was slightly taller than me, but far more muscled. The armour he was wearing made him look even bigger, and now that I was face to face with him, I could see that he had dark brown hair and a beard, and a relatively recent scar across his cheek that nearly met his lip, making him look even more agressive.

"We were attacked three times in the past week, everyone in the outpost is on guard, and expecting the worst," he said, sounding slightly angry, but worried at the same time, "we've sent reports to the council, but they still haven't sent any support or anyone to investigate. Either the reinforcements have been taken out even before they got here, or the council hasn't done anything about these attacks yet."

"They probably haven't done anything yet," I said, "there aren't many in there that know that emergencies have to be dealt with quickly. Most of them think that if you held off three attacks, you can hold off another three just as well."

"Yeah, but there's no guarantees on that, in the last attack, two of our warriors were injured. Anyway, what brings you to our outpost?"

"We were tracking a killer who sent a summoned manticore into a city to kill off mortals," I said, "We managed to kill the manticore, and then we tracked it to somewhere in this area. I was wondering if we could rest here for a while, and then see if you had found any information."

"Well, on the rest front, we have a few spare rooms where you can rest for a few hours," the man answered, "on the intel front, all I know is that the people who've been attacking us are being helped by some form of machine. I could tell they werenae built by them, but they were powerful enough on their own to put strain on the defensive enchantments in this place."

We went to our rooms after having something to eat. Me and the Doctor had to share a room with bunk beds, which the Doctor seemed very happy about, something to do with it being a bed with a ladder or something. Clara was taken to a different set of rooms, and Aigaion went with her, more to keep the Doctor from worrying about her than anything else. Our room was pretty basic, it had the bunk beds and an en suite bathroom with a shower, and that was it. Food was eaten in the main hall of the outpost, which was actually mostly dug into the hill behind it. It was easily defensible, which is probably why the wizards in here were able to hold off the attacks with hardly any casualties. 

After the meal, I went straight to the bottom bunk in the room the Doctor and I were given for the night, while the Doctor went to the top one. I took my cloak, scarf and shoes off, then got into my bed for the night. 

"I thought you'd take the top one," he said, "most people want the top one."

"I thought you would want it," I said, "plus, if someone breaks in here to get us, it'll be easier for me to get a good shot to stop them from here."

"I thought you didn't like to hurt people."

"That doesn't mean I won't need to defend myself every now and again. You should know that from personal experience."

"Good point."

"We should probably sleep now, we'll need our strength tomorrow."

"Do you think those attackers have something to do with the manticore?"

"Probably, but the machines are what's worrying me. There's only about three people who have ever tried to combine magical and scientific knowledge. I'm one, and another is in prison, but two of his apprentices aren't. They might be holding a grudge against me for getting their master arrested."

"When was that?"

"Recently. It's a long story, and I'd rather not go into it."

"You'd better get some sleep."

"Don't you sleep?"

"Tried it once, didn't like it."

"Nightmares?" I asked, knowing what it felt like.

"Yep, about what I've seen, and done."

"Mine are the other way around, if I get any. They tell me about things that will happen or things I will need to know, but I haven't had any in months. Anyway, I'm going to sleep now. I'll see you in the morning."

Five minutes later, I was falling asleep, with no idea of what was about to happen...

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