"Where are we off to this time, Doctor?" Clara said, her eyes lighting up as soon as she saw the Time Lord rushing madly around the console of the TARDIS. It was such a familiar sight, his brown flop of hair bopping around as he piloted the time machine wearning a bowtie, but it never failed to put pure excitement into her heart.
"Artang, Clara!" the Doctor said, giving a flourish as he pushed a lever over. "The wonderful planet of Artang. You're going to love it, I can just tell."
"I'm sure I will," Clara agreed. "Well, I would be sure if I actually knew what was on this planet of Artang that is so wonderful."
"Oh, yes, of course!" the Doctor exclaimed. "It's magical. It's sort of like Hogwarts, but instead of a school, it's a planet!"
Clara knit her brows. "So what you're saying is that in essence it's a planet full of people with magical powers? Do they use wands and fly around on broomsticks?"
"Well, no. Yes. Sort of," the Doctor rambled. "It's not actual magic, not the way that you humans think of it. For them, it's just a scientific fact of life. Every last Artangian is born with it. They all look similar as well. But as for broomsticks and wands, I don't believe so."
"Still sounds awfully fun," Clara replied. "So, Doctor, how much longer until we make it there?"
"I'm glad you asked," the Doctor answered. "You see, if I just press this and then spin that..." His voice faded away as he forced himself to focus on piloting the TARDIS. "There we go. We should be landing right about now."
Sure enough, the Doctor had done as he said. The TARDIS began to wheeze in its typical landing fashion. It was a sound that never got old, not in a few days, not in several thousand years. It simply signified adventure and discovery, which was a...
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... guess proving my identity will be a good way to get back in there."
"Hm," the Doctor grunted. He wasn't too keen on having this girl who wasn't much more than a stranger starting to pilot his precious TARDIS. So far she hadn't been able to produce any real proof that she was telling the truth. Of course, this flight was meant to be her proof.
"You two can go have fun with that," Clara said, her lips turning up.
"Oh, yes, that's perfect," Brook gushed. "You can stay here and time my flight. I'm aiming for ten minutes exactly. Got it?"
Clara gave a thumbs up, and then decided to turn her gaze back to the Doctor. When he gave her an irritated look, she just shrugged and shot a grin over towards him. He was in Brook's hands now, and she had chosen to trust her.
"Come on, Daddy!" Brook said, jumping into action and sending her curls flying. "I've got a TARDIS to pilot!"
“Doctor Frein, you’ve kept me waiting imperturbably. When are you going to clue me in on the mortals I get to entertain my boredom with?” Doctor Frein smirked.
“This ones going to kill my story. It was so happy and magical.” Elizabeth fluttered to the front of the room.
"This is an island. At least I think it's and island. That's a reef out in the sea. Perhaps there are not any grownups anywhere."
"At the foot of the cross, where I am made complete. You have given me life through the death, you have bore for me. And you have won my heart." - Kathryn Scott
“You 're saying that the weapons we 're depending on may not even fire? And they can 't test them here?” She nodded at my question.
Imagine waking up on a normal day, in your normal house, in your normal room. Imagine if you knew that that day, you would be taken away from your normal life, and forced to a life of death, sickness, and violence. Imagine seeing your parents taken away from you. Imagine watching your family walk into their certain death. Imagine being a survivor. Just think of the nightmares that linger in your mind. You are stuck with emotional pain gnawing at your sanity. These scenerios are just some of the horrific things that went on between 1933-1945, the time of the Holocaust. This tragic and terrifying event has been written about many times. However, this is about one particularly fascinating story called The Boy in the Striped Pajamas by John Boyne.
“We are magic and will give you a star.” They pointed overhead to a glow
“Looking at the stars again? If you hadn’t been doing this for the past few nights I would say that you didn’t have anything on your mind.” He asked.
"No, indeed; I don't know anything. You see, I am stuffed, so I have no brains at all," he answered, sadly.
“I have no idea where you’re going with this, but I am very intrigued. Do let me know if you need a hand.”
"Not that I would know, I've only seen it on television. Say, Sylvia? Do you have a shoulder sash?"
"Exactly. Come out on our little balcony. You can see all the outside wards there."
Fest nervously licked his lips. “Feel the change in the temperature. I can see the goose bumps on your arms. The airs heavy and soon it will make its choice.”
"I know a secret spell that can get through the portal, whichwiH get us there."
Sky looked at her. “ OK then, we just need to get of the city I guess we just walk forward until we escape.”