The Child of Time
There is a planet. A planet of pure beauty, and red grass, and beautiful skies, breathtaking sunsets, and mind shattering war. The Time War. Time Locked. It was thought to last forever. It didn't. And it was in the final days of Gallifrey, when the Timelords knew they had but days left, that a desperate plan was made.
The timelords knew their race was doomed. But they found happiness in the idea that the Daleks would die with them. But still they were scared of the idea that their race would perish. And so they forged a plan. One would survive. A child. He would be carried to earth and he alone would survive to continue on.
It was in the final days of Gallifrey that the High Council of Timelords met bearing with them a child. He was newly born, but quiet and watchful. As a timelord should be.
Rassilon, the Timelord president covered the face of the child with his hand. With bis rich voice he spoke words, imprinting them in the child's mind.