Beginning

We came from an ancient civilisation that lasted billions of years, existing in the distant past since the dawn of time on the planet, Gallifrey. During that era, Gallifreyans were known as the Shadow People, caught between the warm darkness of magick and the cold light of science. Magick dominated Gallifreyan culture for a long time but our technological advancement was also unparalleled. From what had been recorded in the Black Scrolls of Rassilon, our history of interstellar travel, subjugating or shepherding all-new species we encountered. Reigning in "absolute power" for ten million years across the known universes.

Those were the times when the laws of physics, didn't restrict us and there was an infinite possibility for our empire to rule the entirety of the universe or become another grave in billions of civilisations that fell and rose to this day. For fear that the races we once guided would rebel, we abused our power, in the creation and attempted monopolisation of time travel technology to avert events. Proclaiming ourselves Rulers of Time, we turned our back on the old magick and drove our own Children of Pythia to powerlessness for an order to avail in the universe.

We became known as the TimeLords. Beings who created and upheld the Laws of Time, almost immortal partially due to our ability to regenerate. From what I know as a Gallifreyan Historian, from the last House of Prydonius, the choices we made in the past became our undoing. The wars we started broke us. If only we had a second chance, to prevent our mistakes, our civilisation could blossom again! Even if it meant erasing an entire timeline of Gallifreyans history. Its starts a whole new philosophical debate. Just because we have the means to do it, doesn't mean it should be done. Such thoughts now would class me as a heretic to the rest of my people. No, we live on with our mistakes. We must protect what we can.

I say all this now because the sanctuary of the library has been breached and I was one of the many that stayed. I died to protect what little heritage we had from being destroyed. Well, when I say 'I died', you know I mean I had reached the end of my regeneration circles. So a part of me died, however, we Timelords are never truly dead. The Matrix here at the capital prevents that, maybe on an occasion after this war, I'll be re-set from a past data point. If they need an old scholar like me. After all when the war ends, if it ever? The TimeLords will continue to carry on...

These are my last thoughts as I pass through my mortal form. I feel myself transcending something I do not understand, which is strange since Timelords are beings who understand all of creation. Maybe there is life after to death, in a form we never knew. That or my soul is falling through hyperspace, yep, my time as a ghost is incredibly short. I don't have long... as I feel myself slowly begin to blackout. I hear...

[....Second Chance?]

"What?"

[Would you like a second chance?]

"YES!!

And hell, I did...