1.9.2 - The Year of Dark and Light
Out of the dark we came, into the dark we go. Like a storm-driven bird at night we fly out of the Nowhere; for a moment our wings are seen in the light of the fire, and, lo! we are gone again into the Nowhere. - H. Rider Haggard - King Solomon's Mines
Martha Jones waits for cover of darkness, kneeling behind rocks, almost as unmoving as a the boulders she kneels next to in the setting sun. She could probably make it across the near barren field even in the light of the sun, but she's only just started and still fearful of putting to much faith into the device that keeps her hidden and safe.
It has been a month since she left her family, Jack, the Doctor. Already the world seems darker. The people she passes on her way are downtrodden, their faces dark and ashen. She tries not to think of the ones she left behind, but the attempt is futile.
The sun slips over the horizon and Martha makes her move, one step at a time.
Into the next gathering of people with their dark, strained, and hopeless faces, she tells her story. She tells them about the Doctor, her heart aches in that terrible empty, stretched to tearing way that has become so familiar to her, and she moves on, again.
Usually, she's running by now, being pursued, but she can walk away from the group this time. She can afford to look behind her at the faces she's left behind. It's different this time. Their faces are... brighter, a sliver of hope against all logic in their gazes that hadn't been there before.
For the first time in a month, Martha Jones smiles. It's strained and tired and covering up a thick layer of pain, but it is a smile.
And then she steps into the darkness, again.
Muse: Martha Jones
Word Count: 220
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Martha Jones waits for cover of darkness, kneeling behind rocks, almost as unmoving as a the boulders she kneels next to in the setting sun. She could probably make it across the near barren field even in the light of the sun, but she's only just started and still fearful of putting to much faith into the device that keeps her hidden and safe.
It has been a month since she left her family, Jack, the Doctor. Already the world seems darker. The people she passes on her way are downtrodden, their faces dark and ashen. She tries not to think of the ones she left behind, but the attempt is futile.
The sun slips over the horizon and Martha makes her move, one step at a time.
Into the next gathering of people with their dark, strained, and hopeless faces, she tells her story. She tells them about the Doctor, her heart aches in that terrible empty, stretched to tearing way that has become so familiar to her, and she moves on, again.
Usually, she's running by now, being pursued, but she can walk away from the group this time. She can afford to look behind her at the faces she's left behind. It's different this time. Their faces are... brighter, a sliver of hope against all logic in their gazes that hadn't been there before.
For the first time in a month, Martha Jones smiles. It's strained and tired and covering up a thick layer of pain, but it is a smile.
And then she steps into the darkness, again.
Muse: Martha Jones
Word Count: 220
Journal Link