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


1. No such thing as magic? Think again, Doctor...

My adventures with the Doctor started the first time he bumped into a creature of magic near Aberdeen, in Scotland. It had been attacking people, mostly homeless, who stayed out relatively alone in the dark. It was brought to my attention by my friend, who called himself Perseus. He told me to hunt it down. At about the same time, the Doctor, along with his latest companion, Clara, had also been drawn to the disappearances, and began investigating. They had decided to stay out in the open in the night, whereas I hid on a nearby rooftop. I recognized them. I had seen the Doctor before a few times, but he hadn't noticed me. This time however, he wasn't finding some random alien that could be stopped with a screwdriver. This threat was magical. As I kept watch from my rooftop, I thought about whether I should reveal myself or not, when I heard a growling nearby. The Doctor seemed to have heard it too, as he was now scanning the place with his sonic. Either that or using it as a noisy green torch.

"Firgen fleoge," I muttered, and a symbol glowed on my hand for a moment, then vanished. The spell was now active. I looked around the area, and I saw it in a dark alley across from me. It had the body of a lion, but twice the size and with black fur. Its tail was like a scorpion's, but with a massive cluster of spikes the width of my thumb around the stinger. Its head was that of a middle-aged man, with serpent eyes and razor-sharp teeth, like a great white shark. It was a manticore, and it was looking very hungrily at the Doctor and Clara.

As it crept closer, I readied myself. I slid down the roof slowly as I shifted my position. Suddenly, when the Doctor and Clara had their backs turned, the manticore pounced, and I jumped into action.

Using the spell I had activated, I created high-pressure bursts of fire from my hands and feet, and at the same time jumped directly towards the manticore. The effect was a bit like having rockets on my hands and feet and firing myself at full speed into my enemy like a human missile. Just before it hit Clara, I slammed into the manticore at 200 miles per hour, sending all of the force into it. That little trick smashed the manticore into the solid granite wall behind it.

"What the hell was that?" shouted Clara. She sounded more annoyed than surprised or scared.

"I have no idea," said the Doctor, waving the sonic at me, "he's entirely human, but that's impossible!"

"You really should be more worried about the manticore that's getting back up than me," I said, "because now it's hungry and angry!"

I drew two bronze daggers from hidden sheaths at the back of my belt, and faced the dazed creature that was about to try to kill me. The manticore shook its head, then looked right at me.

"Go away, wizard," the manticore, its voice was like a combination of a lion's growl and a knife being sharpened, "this does not involve you, leave or die."

"You're attacking people, and hurting them," I answered, keeping my voice as calm as possible, "unfortunately for you, it's my job to stop you from hurting others."

"That's what the other three wizards said, they attacked me together and still I killed them all. Tell me, what makes you at all likely to kill me when three of your kind were not enough?"

"I'm different," was all I said, "you can still run away, if you want."

"You dare insult me?" the manticore raged, and suddenly a barrage of spikes shot out from its tail, aimed directly at my head.

"Firgen hulkum," I muttered, then pushed out with my palms forwards. Flames blasted out of them and, as I concentrated, created a barrier between us and the manticore's attack. As soon as the spikes made contact with the barrier, they instantly disintegrated under the heat. Keeping the barrier in place to protect Clara and the Doctor, I flew over the barrier and then dived down with my daggers pointed straight at the manticore's back. The daggers sliced into the manticore, but its fur was too thick for them to do any severe damage. I still hurt it though. The manticore roared, trying to bat me off its back with its tail, and I was forced to let go of my daggers in order to avoid the venomous spikes on the tail. I landed on the floor, and rolled away as the tail came stabbing after me, just missing me every time.

Time for a different strategy. I flew into the air again, but this time, I blasted flames at the manticore's face and tail. It started thrashing about, trying to shake off my aim. Its tail curved back, aiming up at me. I saw my opening, and went for it. I shot down onto the Manticore's back again, dodging more spikes, and grabbed my daggers. Before taking them out, I touched a symbol on the side of each dagger's guard with my thumb, and they instantly grew into 75cm long, twin bronze xiphoi (a type of leaf-shaped, double-edged sword, used originally in Ancient Greece) that went straight into the manticore's back, and through its heart. The manticore roared, and started glowing. I quickly got my blades out of its back and jumped off. The manticore glowed for a second, and then disintegrated into dark purple-black smoke, leaving behind only a few venomous spikes that had been dislodged in the fight. I picked them up, being careful not to cut myself, and put them in a cloth bag I had in my pocket, and then put the bag into my watch (it has a chamber that's bigger on the inside).

I turned to find the Doctor and Clara staring at me. The Doctor was pointing his sonic screwdriver at me, again.

"How did you do that?" he demanded, "what are you?"

"Hello, Doctor, I'm the wizard who's saved your life four times so far. Nice to actually meet you," I said, holding out my hand. The Doctor lowered his sonic, and shook my hand. I looked at Clara.

"I don't actually know your name, but if you're a friend of the Doctor's then you're a friend of mine," I said.

"My name's Clara," she said, smiling, "thanks for the save."

"Yeah, about that, how did you do all that?" asked the Doctor.

"Magic," I said, as if it were obvious.

"There's no such thing as magic," said the Doctor, "there must be something else to it."

"Nope, just magic, even the manticore was magic."

"Speaking of which, what happened to it?" asked Clara.

"That manticore was summoned by someone, and whoever that was is taking people," I explained, "When I killed it, it probably returned to its amulet, or it dissipated, if it wasn't summoned from an amulet."

"So someone was controlling it?" asked the Doctor.

"Yes, if it had been a wild manticore it wouldn't have gone this deep into the city. Wild manticores prefer wide open places and usually warmer places. Also, the way it dissipated into that purple-black smoke only happens with monsters created and summoned with dark magic."

"And dark magic is bad, I take it," said the Doctor

"Obviously, also, whoever summoned that one was very skilled. Summoned monsters are rarely as strong as that, usually they are about two thirds as strong as that one was," I answered, "now, unless you want the person who sent that thing on a killing spree to send something stronger after us, I suggest we get somewhere where we're not so exposed."

"Good idea, I'll need to get some things from the TARDIS anyway. Come on, you too, mystery wizard. You seem to know about these things and I think we'll need your help on this one."

I followed the Doctor and Clara a few streets down. We were about to turn into an alley, when four men walked out of it. They looked at us, then smiled. They were all big and strong-looking, all four of them wore dark clothes and hoods that hid their faces apart from their mouths. They all had knives in their hands.

"Dangerous time of night to go for a walk, isn't it?" said the leader to his friends, smiling. It didn't take a lot of brainpower to know what they wanted.

"You two," he said, pointing at me and the Doctor, "give us any money you've got and leave the girl, or we'll stab you and leave you in a ditch to rot."

The Doctor pulled Clara away from the thugs, a very angry look on his face. The Doctor took out his sonic again, and I swear I heard Clara mutter something along the lines of "you can't exactly assemble a cabinet at them." I stepped between the thugs and my new friends.

"Before we get started, I am obliged to give you a chance to back off," I said, barely containing my rage.

"What? You know karate or something?" one of the others mocked.

"Actually, I know jujitsu, aikido, wing chun, escrima, and pankration. Not karate though," I answered, subtly shifting my weight into a defensive stance, "so I'll ask again - do any of you want to back out, or are you actually stupid enough to think I'm bluffing?"

The leader of the group, who was the biggest out of the four, started waving his knife in my direction. I saw my chance, and kicked it straight out of his hand. The knife went flying up behind him and got stuck in a gap between bricks in the wall behind him. I pressed my advantage, and fired a straight snap kick into his solar plexus, the heel of my trainer landing solidly and pushing him into his friends.

"Kill him," he gasped. His friends started coming for me, trying to look as threatening as possible.

"Stupidity it is, then," I muttered. Suddenly, one of the remaining thugs tried to hit me with a right hook. I sidestepped to the left, and then used my right hand to direct his fist away from my face. I followed this with a left palm strike into his right elbow, and right hand chop/left fist combo strike to his kidney. I finished with a right hand chop to the nerve cluster at the side of his neck. The thug collapsed, and suddenly the other two were not looking so confident, more afraid. Their knives sparked, and they dropped them, surprised. I realised that the Doctor had used his sonic on the knives. It actually was useful in a fight.

"Two down, and only two of you left," I said, "do you really want to keep fighting, or will you just drag your mates away to a hospital. I'd take them to the hospital - there's a good chance he's got internal bleeding," I warned, pointing at the leader.

The thugs backed off, dragging away their two semi-conscious friends. I turned to face the Doctor and Clara, and smiled.

"Well, that was easier than I thought it would be," I said.

"Did you really leave them with internal bleeding?" asked the Doctor, looking serious.

"Of course I didn't," I said quietly, "I try to avoid hurting mortals if I can avoid it."

The Doctor smiled.

"Well, that's OK then," he said, then he walked past me to the blue police phone box that the thugs had been stopping us from getting to. The TARDIS.

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