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


9. Losing Control...

 *One month later* 

I ran along corridors, trapped, it seemed, in a labyrinth of concrete and steel. I could hear running footsteps behind me, along with weapons being prepared. My cloak wouldn't help me much against machine-gun fire. I had what I came for, I just needed to find my way out again. I could hear wind coming through the wall on my right, so I followed it, hoping to find a door and not need to tear apart a wall. Ever since I found out what was inside that crate, I had been using magical power roughly as fast as I could recover it, meaning I wasn't actually getting to full power. I needed some real rest for that. Not that I needed to be at full power, I was far more powerful than the average witch or wizard, and the only real problem for me was holding back the amount of power inside me. It's difficult to explain. Anyway, I followed the wall, and narrowly avoided getting riddled with bullets as I dived through a doorway, and the door blocking it.

"Clara, where are you?" I called into the communicator connected to ear.

"Hovering above your position, and I think there are helicopters and jets coming in," her voice answered, "It's time you got out of there."

I took in my surroundings, and noticed that I was at the centre of a dam, feeding a hydro-electric power station. The fall over the side would easily be fatal, and if it wasn't, if you were unlucky enough not to be killed instantly, you would most likely drown in the river coming out of the bottom of the artificial mountainside. Doors crashed open about a hundred metres away from me on both sides. I wasn't going to be able to run away. Three men walked out of the doorway I'd come through. Every man around me was wearing the kind of outfit you would expect from an elite black ops team - black camouflage, lightweight body armour, and so many pockets it was a wonder they could move. All of them had assault rifles I couldn't identify. All of them were aiming at me.

Only one man wasn't geared up in military equipment, instead he wore a dark, stylish suit, with a matching tie. Not very practical for a fight, and yet this was supposedly the biggest threat in the whole building. He specialised in teleporting, but I knew that he was afraid of heights, and so had never bothered to learn any flight techniques. That was his real weakness. That was how I could get away.

"Give me the canister," he commanded. His voice was infuriatingly normal, for someone who had murdered more people than it takes to make an army. I guess that's what happens when you kill for a living for over 300 years.

"Why, are you gonna kill me?" I shot back, showing the canister in my left hand, "but we're so high up!"

The man flinched when I mentioned the height, and suddenly his expression wasn't neutral, but angry. He took a step forward, and I lashed out with an uppercut. The teleporter smiled for just an instant, before a column of stone hit him under the jaw, perfectly imitating my movement. The thing about elemental magic, especially manipulation of the elements, is that there are two ways of doing it - you can concentrate really hard on what you want, or you can use movement to guide the element you're controlling, I was trained to use both methods at once, allowing me to be faster and more precise than using just one method.

When the pillar of stone hit him, the teleporter didn't get a chance to defend himself before he hit the wall behind him. He was pretty much unable to do anything now that he was too dazed to concentrate on anything. The soldiers weren't though, and as they opened fire. I created two walls of air. This caused all the bullets to stop in mid-air, as I walked backwards to the edge of the dam, and looked down.

"You might want to get a move on," I heard Clara say into my communicator, "that air support is nearly there."

"Get as high up as you can," I muttered back, "they rarely work above 40000 feet."

"Can this thing go that high?"

"Easily," I smiled, "I'll see you in a minute."

There are many techniques used for flight by wizards. The most common one is called wind riding, there are others, like the fire spell I usually use, and there are even spells that allow you to grow wings. I only ever use wind riding or the fire spell. The bullets stopped hitting my barriers, and I realised that the soldiers were reloading. I dissolved the barriers, and the bullets dropped onto the ground. I smiled to myself.

"Hey, teleporter," I shouted, as the teleporter started to get up, "catch me if you can!"

I jumped over the safety railing, just getting a glimpse of the soldiers running towards me before I fell out of sight. I concentrated on the air, and accumulated it under me, compressing more and more air under my feet. My fall slowed as the pressure increased, to the point where I was standing still on what felt like a solid ball of air, roughly twice my height. I took about half a second to aim, then released all that pressure in an upwards blast of air that carried me well above the height of the dam, which also had the nice side effect of blasting back all the soldiers looking over to see if I'd died yet.

"You've got about ten seconds before the aircraft get there," shouted Clara, "get out of there!"

"Too late," I muttered back, "they've seen me."

As I had steadied myself in the air, I had seen the two helicopters, and I could also hear jet engines in the distance. The two helicopters were a Chinook of some sort, which was covered in guns and rocket launchers, and an Apache, also fully armed with machine guns and missiles. I smiled, and dived as two rockets flew over my head. I went under the helicopters, and pushed at the air under them. Because they stayed aloft by pushing down on the air, the helicopters shot upwards at ridiculous speed, until their rotors broke off and the pilots jumped out of the falling wreckage, deploying parachutes.

The noise of the jets told me it was time to go. I thought I had about half a minute before they got here, so I used the air to push me away as fast as I could. The problem with wind riding, is that it isn't that fast. The technique has advantages, but if you're trying to escape, you're better off with something else. This didn't occur to me until I saw the jets getting closer, and if I could see them, their pilots could probably see me. Suddenly, something exploded close to me, creating a black cloud of shrapnel and smoke that nearly took me down.

"Firgen fleoge," I muttered, and flames blasted from my hands and feet, causing me to shoot upwards as I turned to look at the jets. There was a muzzle-flash, and another black cloud exploded out of nowhere, but this time I was far away from it. Who puts a flak cannon on a jet anyway? I went straight ahead, accelerating past the sound barrier in an attempt to lose the jets, but somehow they stayed within range, now firing tracer rounds from their machine guns. It was all I could do to divert the rounds away from me. I had to think of something before I got hit.

I shot downwards, and then started going in a circle, turning right and accelerating, drawing the air in around me. The pilots were either stupid, or very brave, because they tried to follow my path, not realising what I was doing. The circle got smaller and smaller, the jets now struggling to keep up. The air reached supersonic speeds as I concentrated, now in the centre of the circle I created. The jets tried to turn away, but it was too late. As the wind itself broke the sound barrier, and the jets got sucked further in, the only part of my storm that was safe from the sonic boom was the centre, where I was. I watched as the jets imploded, and the pilots only just managed to eject. I decided to protect them from the wind, so I created a bubble of still air around them, and sent them down to the ground, as my supersonic hurricane gathered in a huge ball around me. I could see clearly out of it, but I doubted anyone would be able to see well into it. I willed the winds to slow down and dissipate, but to my terror, I realised that they kept accelerating.

I cut off the spell I was using to control the air, but the sphere stayed strong, with me trapped in the centre. Panic started to creep into my thoughts. I hated being trapped, it was one of the few things that had a real chance of making me lose it. I pushed against the edge of the sphere, but got blasted back inside by the air. My heart was thundering, and my breathing became erratic. I couldn't focus on anything. All I could figure out was that somebody else was keeping the winds going. I could feel the magical energy controlling them, pushing them to go faster, and that made me panic even more. My power threatened to break out, and I was starting to feel a light burning behind my eyes.

"Umm, why are you eyes glowing?" Clara's voice asked, worried.

I knew what was going to happen if I didn't get out of this trap, and it wasn't going to be pretty. I curled into a ball and forced my eyes shut, trying to push the power back down, back under control, but I only succeeded in fuelling my panic, which in turn fuelled my power, causing it to flow through me, uncontrolled. My eyes now felt like they were blazing. I uncurled myself, snapping my body into a standing position, and the sheer power instantly destroyed the trap. That was when I saw them, five wizards floating around me, trying to trap me. They had only managed to unleash something more powerful than anything they could possibly handle.

The fact that I wasn't trapped any more didn't matter. Like a dam holding back water, once it gets broken, the water flows freely. This is what was happening now. I tried to hold it back, to stop my self from destroying everything around me, but then one of them, the one just to my left, stupidly threw a fist-sized fireball at me. My power reacted on its own, and my left hand moved as if to stop the attack. The fireball stopped, and then started growing in size and heat, until it was as big as my torso, and hot enough to melt metal. That was when it detonated, exploding with a ferocity that could have easily turned several tanks into scrap. The flames passed by me, not even warming me. When the fire cleared, I could see that the wizards were still there, just about. They had just managed to shield themselves before they got hit.

They got ready to attack again, but I (my power, but by this point it was hard to tell) reacted faster. With a massive dragon-like roar, energy was blasted from my body, knocking each of the wizards beyond the horizon. I knew that they probably wouldn't survive that intact, if at all. I tried to calm myself, to get the power under control again. To rebuild the dam, so to speak. Now that the threat was gone, it was easier to calm myself, and my power. I took control of my breathing, and slowed it. As I calmed down, the burning in my eyes died down too, and I was able to take full control of myself again. Suddenly I felt tired, and nearly fell out of the sky, just stopping myself. I took a deep, shaky breath, and climbed up to where Clara was waiting for me, protected by my armour.

"What the hell was that?" she demanded. She sounded angry, or scared. Probably both.

"I'll explain later," I said, "let's get back to the cave."

It was more of a command than a suggestion, and my tone probably didn't help matters, but I didn't want to stay exposed any longer than necessary. We had what we came for, and we couldn't risk the canister falling into the wrong hands. I shot off with the fire spell, and Clara followed.

We had set up camp at the bunker Sophie had been trapped in, simply because it had more effective defences than the outpost, and we didn't want to attract any more trouble there. I landed expertly on my feet, and Clara hovered down slowly and landed gently on the ground next to me. I waved my hand, and the armour disassembled into its various parts and vanished, stored again in my watch. 

"Ok, it's later," Clara demanded, "So explain."

"What needs to be explained?" asked the Doctor, walking over to greet us. 

"I'll show you," I said, bringing up the holographic screen from my watch. 

I played back the view from the suit, everything Clara had seen while she was wearing it. I fast-forwarded to the point where I got attacked by the jets, and played it normally. By this point, Sophie, Lucy, Kate and Aigaion had gathered around to watch. Fergus and the others were still in the outpost.

Everyone saw the image, they all saw how the winds were used to try and trap me, how the panic built. They all saw how I became more desperate, how my fear showed so clearly on my face. They all saw my eyes suddenly blaze with white light, and how the trap was destroyed. They all saw how my attackers were revealed, and how they were ultimately defeated, and probably killed. Then, they all looked at me, and the only ones who weren't afraid were my dragon, and the Doctor. Their calm contrasted the other's fear, and in that moment, I sat, and thought about how to explain what had happened, and how they could accept what I was capable of. 

"Well," I sighed, "I guess I should tell you everything I know,

"As you probably know by now, I'm not a normal wizard. I was born and raised as a mortal, and that alone makes me different. That's not all that's different about me. For some reason, I have abilities like those of the dragons. I have their senses, strength, speed, I have their ability to deal with heights. I also have their wilder emotional aspects, emotions like anger, or love, or joy, or panic, all of them have a stronger effect on me than on others. That makes me wilder than most people, and means I have to restrain myself more than others. Another thing about me that's different, is that," I pointed the the image of my eyes glowing, "So far, nobody has been able to tell me what that is, but what I do know is that it's something unstable, and dangerous. I normally keep it locked inside me, and normally that's not a problem for me. When I'm in danger, or feel very strong emotions, such as fear, or anger, or anything strong enough to cause a reaction, keeping that power under control is much, much harder. It pushes against my will, getting stronger and stronger, until it breaks out, and I become easily a thousand times more powerful. Sometimes, the power just takes over, like today, and I have to force it back down, I've only ever managed to use it properly, whilst controlling it completely, twice before in my life."

"So it's like a reflex," the Doctor said, "like when you burn yourself, and you jerk your hand away. You don't control it, it just happens, and you're left watching as all of it unfolds."

"Yes," I answered, surprised, "It's exactly like that. Still no excuse to let it happen though, I'd rather it didn't happen at all if possible."

"One question," said Clara, sounding less annoyed or afraid by now, "What is it with the glowing eyes thing? Why does that happen?"

"You know that saying about the eyes being the windows to the soul?" I asked, "well, when you look in someone's eyes, you can often tell what they are like inside, because, in a sense, it's true. The best explanation I've heard for the glowing is that there is so much power blazing through me, that it's visible through my eyes in that way. When you look into a person's eyes, you can see what they're like inside, you can see who they are. What do you see there?" 

I showed the image of me with my eyes blazing white, the wind cage being blasted away into nothingness. 

"You look like a force of nature," said Clara, after some thought, "It's like you're not in control any more. What is it like?"

"It's like my eyes are burning, and I can see everything, but I'm not in control of what I'm doing. All the time, I'm trying to get myself back under control, and the power tries to fight back. After it goes, once I get it back under control, I generally feel a wave of tiredness wash over me, but at the same time, I feel a rush of power, and for a few seconds, I can unload on anything I want. It's not a very nice feeling, but I'm learning to control the power. I'm getting better at it, but it'll be a while before I can keep it completely in check."

"You say you've managed to control it before," Kate muttered, "but most of the time you can't do anything but keep it locked up? That doesn't sound healthy..."

"It probably isn't, and it's not easy either, but with this I normally have two choices - keep it in check, or unleash it and become an out or control, unstoppable force of nature. Very rarely, a third choice has come up, which is basically to use it. I don't want to use it if I can avoid it though."

"You're afraid, aren't you?" Lucy stated, almost accused, "you're afraid of your own magic, and your one greatest fear is yourself."

"Yes," I admitted, "the main reason I can jump into danger without worrying about my safety, or being afraid of what might happen to me, is because I am more terrified of myself than of any random manticore, or golem, or machine that might want to hurt me or anyone else. My greatest problem is that no-one knows what I'm capable of, not even me." 

I switched off the display, feeling exhausted. I wasn't used to telling people about me, much less about the thing with the eyes. To be honest, most people who found out about it looked at me like I was some sort of freak, or like I shouldn't exist. I started walking away, making it clear that I didn't want to say any more. Everyone else went back to what they were doing before, except Aigaion, who walked along beside me. 

"Don't worry about that," he reassured me, "it's like anything else, with enough training and practice, controlling it will be second nature to you. I know you'll get it eventually. Remember how hard it was to make your first fireball?" 

"It took me way too long to concentrate well enough to make one," I smiled, "then I overdid it and ended up with a brand new clearing blasted into the Academy's forest."

"Nowadays, you can throw 10 fireballs in the blink of an eye, with barely a thought. That level of focus is second nature to you, and controlling this will be too."

The thought of that reassured me a little, but this was always different to normal magic. With normal magic, you could practice as much as you like and get better, with my power, if I try to practice, I could wipe out everything around me. We got to my room, and went inside. It was basically a small room with stone walls and a door that led to a small bathroom, and was just about long enough to have a bed in it, and wide enough that I could actually pace about in it. I jumped on my bed, and Aigaion heated up the ground to near melting point and curled up there, resting. I jumped on my bed, let my thoughts wander. Before long, I was asleep, and for once, I didn't dream...

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