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// Prologue 
// Story: Eve of the Doctor 
// by Silver Inkwell 
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Prologue

Eve stared out of the window waiting for the Doctor to show up.

“Hey there Eve, what’s up exactly?” Chris said walking up to her now then.

“Oh, not that much really, I’m just waiting for him to show up.”

“The Doctor?” Chris said not even bothering to ask who else it could possibly be because he knew that she 
had a strange mysterious and highly unusual connection and feelings for him, especially since he was a near immortal pony.

“Yes,” she said turning to him now then, “And it’s about time you heard the story of how I first met him, I think it’s only fair of you to know now since you are now officially part of the story, and you might want to sit down now, this could take quite a while,” she said gesturing to a chair and then Chris sat down then ready and anxious to hear the story that he had waited so long for, after all, it wasn’t every day one heard stories about a near immortal pony who could travel through and even perhaps possibly manipulate time itself, or even ever get the chance and opportunity to meet that very special pony too as well. “Now then, my story begins many long years ago, back when I was just a small tiny little filly, he first came to me on the most special day of all of course.

Hearth’s Warming Eve, and at the time I really didn’t truly understand anything about him at all, but now I know more, but still not enough.

Anyhow he came to me by mere chance and luck, or so I think so.

But he would probably say there’s no such thing as that, only the illusion of coincidence, but it doesn’t matter what he thinks or what he would say, let us get back to my story now then. He came in his blue box as usual of course, but he would never say why he was there on this particular day, and it wasn’t until very recently that I learned that my first time seeing him was his last to see me.

Time’s funny that way, or so he says and thinks so, and I happen to agree too.

Anyhow it doesn’t matter much about our timeline really, what’s important here is what he showed me, because he told me so much, gave me something that I can never repay him for, he showed me more than the whole entire world, he also let me see into the past, he let me see my parents before they died, he gave me a chance and opportunity that will never come along again, now enough about me, I think that it’s about time for the story again…”