I traveled with the Doctor for many years as he helped shape so many worlds. I was there when he saved the settlers of Gallaway from the Natarians. I was there when he helped the Sontarans find a new home. I was there when he visited Middle-Earth, a parallel earth, to help defeat the Dark lord Sauron. I helped him save Old-Earth, another parallel earth where he started the Ranger Corps to help fight aliens like Torchwood. I was there as he and his kind influenced the land of Alagaësia and introduced the science of words, which they called magic. On one of our last adventures together, we helped found Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
He was separated from me years later in Alagaësia as a rift in time tore us apart. His last act before he vanished was to use his life force energy to make me immortal. I was as immortal as the elves in the land I now lived in.
My name is Angela and this is my story.
The Battle for Alagaësia had ended three years ago. Since then the rider Eragon had left the known lands for the west to restart the Dragon Riders. Already a dozen new riders had joined him. In the world of men, all was well. Queen Nasuada was known throughout the land as a just, but firm ruler. The elves were not as secluded as they had once been. They now walked among the streets of Tierm, Carvahall, and Aberon without disguises. And the dwarves were still deep in the Beor Mountains, secluded, though elves and men were now welcomed as equals.
I walked now through the streets of Illirea with my faithful companion Solembum, humming to myself. I needed to buy some herbs from the local vendor, as Queen Nasuada has ordered some potions for herself.
Angela, Solembum said, there is a strange man following us.
I closed my eyes and felt for the magic inside me as I reached out with my mind. While this was happening, I continued walking, relying on Solembum to guide me. Suddenly, I felt a strange mind, which was neither an elf, man, nor dwarf.
“What foul devilry is this?” I muttered to myself.
“Oh that isn’t offensive,” a young man’s voice said from behind me.
Spinning around, I drew my dagger and put it to his throat. His eyes jumped up and he put his arms up. “Sorry, didn’t mean to worry you!”
“Who are you?” I snapped, as I took in his appearance. He had long, wavy, blondish hair. He had a long over coat on.
“My name is Roricanus and I need your help,” he said, a smile flickering on his lips.
“Roricanus, eh?” I repeated, sheathing my blade. “That’s a nice name.”
“And this must be Solembum,” he exclaimed, completely ignoring me. “How’re you big fella?”
His brain is addled, Solembum said matter-of-factly, before licking his paw and rubbing it over is ear.
I think you might be right…
I shook myself and extended my hand. “My name is Angela, Personal Physician of Queen Nasuada.”
“So that’s what you call yourself these days?” he asked.
“That’s the name my parents gave me,” I said. I didn’t wait for his reply and turned around to go to the Herb Vendor.
“Wait, where’re you going?” Roricanus called after me.
“Away from you!” I called after my shoulder.
“Well that’s rude,” I heard him mutter to Solembum who flicked his tail before following me.
That was my first encounter with Roricanus. My second encounter with him happened two days later at the funeral of one of Queen Nasuada’s advisors, who had been assassinated.
I sat behind the Queen with all her aides, as the service dragged on and on. At the end, he slipped into the seat next to me. Without glancing over, I said, “Hello Roricanus.”
“Hello Angela,” he said amusedly. “It’s terrible isn’t it? This death after the war has ended.”
“Quite,” I murmured.
“Where’s Solembum?” he asked.
“Off visiting with Eragon and Saphira. It’s the first they’ve been here since they left Alagaësia.”
“Why aren’t you with them, then?” he questioned.
I shrugged. “They’ll be here for a while.”
“Do you know why this man died?” Roricanus asked.
“I don’t know. He was found dead in a room locked from the inside,” I answered, pursing my lips. “It just doesn’t make sense.”
“As a warning,” he said. “Silence will fall, when the question is asked. And Alagaësia will be the first to fall.”
I looked over at him sharply. “Who are-“ But he was gone.
The third time I met him a week later was when I was traveling with Eragon to investigate a missing patrol. We were flying over the plains of Illirea when I noticed a man with blond air, watching us.
“Dive Saphira!” I cried.
She glanced back at Eragon, who nodded and she dived towards the man. Eragon touched me with his mind. What is it?
That man knows something about the deaths. He said that the death of the advisor was a warning.
Curious, he said as he withdrew from my mind.
Saphira landed in front of Roranicus, who was now wearing a jacket and bowtie. On top of his head lay a red fez.
My heart racing, I dismounted. “It’s you isn’t it? Doctor.”
“Hello Angelina Jones,” he said. “It’s been a long time.”
Shivers went down my spine as he said my name. It was the first time I had heard my real name in over five hundred years.
“You know this man?” asked Eragon, his hand on his sword.
“You may know him as a Grey Folk,” I told him.
“A Grey Folk?” he repeated skeptically. “They died out centuries ago.”
“No,” the Doctor interjected, “They left. A rift in time and space ripped all of my kind out, leaving Angelina here.”
“Angela,” I corrected. “That is my name now.”
“Is that what you are then?” Eragon asked me. “Are we finally finding out who you are?”
“Nope, not a Grey Folk… Not even a Time Lord… I’m just a human with a knack for word science,” I answered.
“The Grey Folk,” the Doctor clarified.
“How’d you get here?” I asked.
He snapped his fingers and a familiar whooshing noise hit my ears. A blue police box began to materialize in front of us.
“The TARDIS!” I yelled. “But how’d she reach us?”
“I built this little thing…” he said slowly.
“Spit it out… I know you’re dying to tell me!”
“You can stay here you know,” the Doctor said.
“Stay here? Why?” I asked. My smile began to fade.
“I wouldn’t blame you. In fact, I would understand,” he continued.
“Doctor,” I growled. “What’s happening?”
“Like I said: Silence will fall, when the question is asked. And Alagaësia will be the first to fall,” he said grimly.
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