The Master’s Redemption
Prologue
“Get out of the way.” I told him, preparing the shot. He sidestepped just as I fired my life force at that scum. It took the form of an intense electric blast. A human would be burned in an instant. Sadly, the president was no human.
“You did this to me! All my life!” I raged.
I blasted him again, stumbling forward as I did so. I screamed “You made me!”
“One!” and step, “Two!” and step, “Three!” and step, after that, I lost my usual clarity to an unquenchable rage.
“ARRRRRRRRRRRGH”
I just would not stop my relentless attack. This fool had to pay the price for his hubris. No one manipulates the Master and lives to brag about it. He knew it too. That puffed up ass had the look of defiant despair, knowing he was dieing and could do nothing about it, but choosing rage rather than acceptance. Oh, for all my fury, a significant part of me took sadistic pleasure in his painful demise. The other time lords were just plain shocked, but I do not think any of them would have objected to his death. We were pretty much doomed anyway. The time lords, the oldest and mightiest race in all creation, definitively beaten, this time, for good (both literally and figuratively).
And the world began to fade into a white light. There was no one left. No Doctor, none of those humans, no president (though that last one was definitely my fault, and I was very proud of it). Then I realized I was dead. The assault on the president was just too much. My life force finally burnt out. If this was what humans called the afterlife, well, I was not impressed. This was not heaven. It certainly was not hell. There was no pain. There was no fear, but there was no hope either. There was nothing, just empty space. Since there was nothing external, I looked inside instead. Then I made the biggest realization of my life. I smiled, thinking of him.
“Can you hear the drums Doctor? No? Excellent, neither can I.” I mused in the empty void.
The joy I felt at that moment was beyond description, even to my imaginative mind. It was like the light of 10,000 suns radiating from my core and filling my being. Yet, it was not volatile. It was calm, yet beyond control. It was glorious, but far from wild. Is this what it means, to be at peace. Without the sound of war drums to drive me on, I felt no desire for conquest, no rage, no malice, no conflict, and I loved it. Is this what humans feel like all the time? The lucky bas- Then the guilt set in. I never before had considered, just what it must have been like, to be preyed upon or manipulated by a time lord. But, now I know. It is horrible. To think, I had been doing that to others for hundreds of years.
“If you could go back, and do it all differently, would you?” asked a disembodied voice.
“Of course I would, but I cannot count how many ways that would destroy the universe. By the way, coming from a time lord, that is saying a lot.” I retorted.
“That is all right.” it said, chuckling. “All you really have to do is answer the call for a champion, somewhere else.”
“Wait, what?” I said as my body began to burn with an all too familiar sensation. I was regenerating, but this was different. It was like the archetype my body had always been based on had been transformed into something else entirely.
“What the hell! Why do I have hooves?”
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Well, that is what I would have said. You see, my vocal cords were totally underdeveloped. I was in a white room. There was a female on a medical table. There were at least three of what appeared to be doctors. They were huge. One of them slapped my ass. It hit me. I had just been born, into a race of... sentient ponies?