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ladyoftimeFirst prompt for Eleven as a member of ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
theatrical_muse.
Ahem. :D
You do not worship at any one altar. You have long since left behind the gods of your past, though Time, Death, and Pain do not leave you. You never believed in the true gods of the Time Lords: the lesser gods of Conformity and Tradition, and they, Time Lords, above all. You cannot bring yourself to faith in any deity found in the universe.
But others find their faith in you.
“This is the technology of the gods,” the old woman says, her eyes shining with desire and awe.
“I’ve got faith in him. Complete faith,” announces the young girl, too young to understand the full depth of her words.
“You must have been like God.” The old enemy’s voice is choked with lust for power as he imagines the death of civilizations.
The nun imparts the legend much older than herself: “He’ll talk to a wanderer. To the man without a home. The Lonely God.”
“Doctor!” the millions cry out, and you save them.
On Artis III, they tell stories of the trickster god, Doktor, whose chariot is as blue as the sky, and how he daily saves their world from his life-long enemy, Master. At night, as the light from the campfire flickers in their faces, they whisper of the Final War, when Doktor will defeat Master for the last time, and the people will rejoice.
Farasins remind each other of the time the Doctor rescued their people from the rule of the cruel Rani, and the storytellers of Hayden speak of the chaos brought on by the most dangerous of all the gods. The humans have their tales of the great magician Merlin, and only a few know of the great Doctor who spoke against gods for the life of one mirror child, but those who do whisper the name with reverence. On the highest mountains of Zave, the high priest records the chronicle of the Thirteen-Headed God, who stole from his fellow deities to travel among the people.
All over the universe, they call out your name in prayer, and you hear the faint echoes in your mind. Help us, protect us. Save us.
“Don’t worship me,” you tell them, over and over. “I’d make a very bad god.”
Community:theatrical_muse
Prompt: 186 - Religion
Word Count: 374
theatrical_muse. Ahem. :D
You do not worship at any one altar. You have long since left behind the gods of your past, though Time, Death, and Pain do not leave you. You never believed in the true gods of the Time Lords: the lesser gods of Conformity and Tradition, and they, Time Lords, above all. You cannot bring yourself to faith in any deity found in the universe.
But others find their faith in you.
“This is the technology of the gods,” the old woman says, her eyes shining with desire and awe.
“I’ve got faith in him. Complete faith,” announces the young girl, too young to understand the full depth of her words.
“You must have been like God.” The old enemy’s voice is choked with lust for power as he imagines the death of civilizations.
The nun imparts the legend much older than herself: “He’ll talk to a wanderer. To the man without a home. The Lonely God.”
“Doctor!” the millions cry out, and you save them.
On Artis III, they tell stories of the trickster god, Doktor, whose chariot is as blue as the sky, and how he daily saves their world from his life-long enemy, Master. At night, as the light from the campfire flickers in their faces, they whisper of the Final War, when Doktor will defeat Master for the last time, and the people will rejoice.
Farasins remind each other of the time the Doctor rescued their people from the rule of the cruel Rani, and the storytellers of Hayden speak of the chaos brought on by the most dangerous of all the gods. The humans have their tales of the great magician Merlin, and only a few know of the great Doctor who spoke against gods for the life of one mirror child, but those who do whisper the name with reverence. On the highest mountains of Zave, the high priest records the chronicle of the Thirteen-Headed God, who stole from his fellow deities to travel among the people.
All over the universe, they call out your name in prayer, and you hear the faint echoes in your mind. Help us, protect us. Save us.
“Don’t worship me,” you tell them, over and over. “I’d make a very bad god.”
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theatrical_musePrompt: 186 - Religion
Word Count: 374
