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ladyames: The Story of Generations (Ten/Jack... sort of) [G]
Title: The Story of Generations
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ladyames
Challenge: Myth
Rating: G
Spoilers: Just to be safe I'll say the entire first series, but nothing too specific.
Warnings: Nothing... except the fact that this is my first attempt at DW fic and first post here, obviously. Let's just say I'm a bit nervous, but with the help of the lovelygigglestheblood I have been assured this makes sense even though I tried a slightly different style than my norm. Anyways, shutting up now.
Summary: Settle down, children, and I will tell you the tale passed down from generation to generation, from grandparent to parent to child, as it has been done for many millennia.
Settle down, children, and I will tell you the tale passed down from generation to generation, from grandparent to parent to child, as it has been done for many millennia. You may expect a story such as theirs to begin “Once upon a time” but for Them that hardly seems fitting, for their story continues to this day.
There have been moments, my children, when the presence of The Anchor was not felt on this planet. Moments--some longer than others, other barely more than a blink of the eye, and yet others longer than the lifetime of you or I--which in the span of things to come and those that were are short but hardly inconsequential. Having grown with the stories of Them, the thought of The Anchor's absence on our beloved home must seem incomprehensible to you. But our home hasn’t always been what it is today and won’t always be as it is. Everything changes. Everything except The Anchor. The Anchor who comes and goes with the tide, the wind, The Storm, but always comes home.
There is not one without the other, The Anchor and The Storm, nowadays. But long ago, long before even my time, there was only The Storm. The Storm picking up flotsam and jetsam, cradling them in within its Eye, only to release them across Space and Time. Always unable to hold on for long, some by choice and some through the most dire of circumstances. Until The Maiden, whose story is one of joy and happiness, pain and lament, for the both of Them. The Maiden turned an ordinary piece of flotsam into The Anchor. Although there was a high cost. The Anchor was cast out of the Eye without warning and left to flounder, alone and without reason or knowledge, within the unfamiliar. The Storm’s cycle, being what it was, disappeared again into Space and Time with The Maiden.
Once upon a distant, distant Time, The Storm had not been the only one of it’s kind in Time and Space. Oh no, my dears, there had been many. But now there is only one. Left alone because of The Great Cataclysm. Damned to wander the universe on its own, lonely and desperate for companionship. For a time The Maiden soothed the lonely being, but even she was eventually ripped away because of circumstances neither could control. The Storm suffered and was once again alone.
Time, being what it is, brought The Storm back to the flotsam who had been cast out, to the man who had become The Anchor unbeknownst to himself and The Storm. Our home had become The Anchor’s home and he grew to love it. Only after decades residing on our beautiful home did he realize this and when The Storm came sweeping in, willing to whisk The Anchor away once again did he truly become The Anchor. He refused The Storm’s most tempting offer, digging into the ground and fixing himself to our home, his home.
Even now The Storm comes and goes as he pleases. Sometimes with new flotsam and jetsam cradled within its Eye, but there is always a place within it’s Eye for The Anchor. And every once in a great while The Anchor gives into that mighty temptation. But The Anchor, being whom he has grown into, always insists on returning home. By accepting those moments when The Anchor allows himself to be swept into The Storm’s Eye, he keeps The Lonely Storm returning to our home. Although The Storm has always loved and watched over our home, The Anchor is here, guaranteeing the return of The Storm and the safety of those who watch and wait.
Now, my children, remember that should you see the grey-blue of The Anchor keep careful watch for the flurry of The Oncoming Storm, should it take the form of a flurry of brown and navy or layers of black or something we have yet to witness. Though The Anchor may be alone for the moment, The Storm is never far off. Remember to tell your children and your children’s children of Them, what is, what has been, and the possibilities of what is to come. They are tightly woven into our history and without the thin, golden thread of Time that binds them together and to us, it would only unravel.
Author:
ladyamesChallenge: Myth
Rating: G
Spoilers: Just to be safe I'll say the entire first series, but nothing too specific.
Warnings: Nothing... except the fact that this is my first attempt at DW fic and first post here, obviously. Let's just say I'm a bit nervous, but with the help of the lovely
gigglestheblood I have been assured this makes sense even though I tried a slightly different style than my norm. Anyways, shutting up now.Summary: Settle down, children, and I will tell you the tale passed down from generation to generation, from grandparent to parent to child, as it has been done for many millennia.
Settle down, children, and I will tell you the tale passed down from generation to generation, from grandparent to parent to child, as it has been done for many millennia. You may expect a story such as theirs to begin “Once upon a time” but for Them that hardly seems fitting, for their story continues to this day.
There have been moments, my children, when the presence of The Anchor was not felt on this planet. Moments--some longer than others, other barely more than a blink of the eye, and yet others longer than the lifetime of you or I--which in the span of things to come and those that were are short but hardly inconsequential. Having grown with the stories of Them, the thought of The Anchor's absence on our beloved home must seem incomprehensible to you. But our home hasn’t always been what it is today and won’t always be as it is. Everything changes. Everything except The Anchor. The Anchor who comes and goes with the tide, the wind, The Storm, but always comes home.
There is not one without the other, The Anchor and The Storm, nowadays. But long ago, long before even my time, there was only The Storm. The Storm picking up flotsam and jetsam, cradling them in within its Eye, only to release them across Space and Time. Always unable to hold on for long, some by choice and some through the most dire of circumstances. Until The Maiden, whose story is one of joy and happiness, pain and lament, for the both of Them. The Maiden turned an ordinary piece of flotsam into The Anchor. Although there was a high cost. The Anchor was cast out of the Eye without warning and left to flounder, alone and without reason or knowledge, within the unfamiliar. The Storm’s cycle, being what it was, disappeared again into Space and Time with The Maiden.
Once upon a distant, distant Time, The Storm had not been the only one of it’s kind in Time and Space. Oh no, my dears, there had been many. But now there is only one. Left alone because of The Great Cataclysm. Damned to wander the universe on its own, lonely and desperate for companionship. For a time The Maiden soothed the lonely being, but even she was eventually ripped away because of circumstances neither could control. The Storm suffered and was once again alone.
Time, being what it is, brought The Storm back to the flotsam who had been cast out, to the man who had become The Anchor unbeknownst to himself and The Storm. Our home had become The Anchor’s home and he grew to love it. Only after decades residing on our beautiful home did he realize this and when The Storm came sweeping in, willing to whisk The Anchor away once again did he truly become The Anchor. He refused The Storm’s most tempting offer, digging into the ground and fixing himself to our home, his home.
Even now The Storm comes and goes as he pleases. Sometimes with new flotsam and jetsam cradled within its Eye, but there is always a place within it’s Eye for The Anchor. And every once in a great while The Anchor gives into that mighty temptation. But The Anchor, being whom he has grown into, always insists on returning home. By accepting those moments when The Anchor allows himself to be swept into The Storm’s Eye, he keeps The Lonely Storm returning to our home. Although The Storm has always loved and watched over our home, The Anchor is here, guaranteeing the return of The Storm and the safety of those who watch and wait.
Now, my children, remember that should you see the grey-blue of The Anchor keep careful watch for the flurry of The Oncoming Storm, should it take the form of a flurry of brown and navy or layers of black or something we have yet to witness. Though The Anchor may be alone for the moment, The Storm is never far off. Remember to tell your children and your children’s children of Them, what is, what has been, and the possibilities of what is to come. They are tightly woven into our history and without the thin, golden thread of Time that binds them together and to us, it would only unravel.