The Doctor laid in bed, remembering her past. Her hands grip tighten of her sheets of blankets. She hated her mother and her father, both own opposites side of the battle field. Her father was a kind of a race that is unknown today, but her mother was human. Over 10,000 years has past since the event, that both her parents died...by the other.
Once her mother's men discovered that she was her daughter, the Doctor was insulted and then shunned. She lived the life of a normal human, growing, falling in love, having children, and seeing them grow. But one thing she could ever do, age or die. This was because of her father, since her lover died, the doctor learned everything and all there is to know about combat. She returned to her mother's grave at age 135, a tree covered the grave and the sword now. She decided that she'll sleep till the next day, but, a man came with a axe, demanding that the sword is his. She asked once and he took her for power. This disgusted her, human disgusted her, but yet, she is one. One battle took all of his life, soon after that, rumors spread and so the stroy begins...
The Doctor felt a hand on her shoulder, she roughly jerked it away, knowing that touch. She always wondered why she'll still here and why she keeps protecting the humans. From time to time, she'll remember why. She glances over, seeing a small child with brown hair, her eyes were shut, but the doctor knows the color. She smiled and pulls the small girl closer, she turned off her light and went off to sleep...
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