All of Time and Space
I worked in a book shop called Nooks and Crannys, off a little ways from Roseluck's flower shoppe and the Cake's SugarCube Corner. Not the most creative name, but it's been passed down through my family for years. I come from a long line of writers, many of which were speech writers for Princess Celestia. I didn't began to please my family with my writing until after a very fantastic stallion entered my life, but I could never let my family on to that. I couldn't even imagine how they would react. But anyways. I began writing my own series, The adventures of High Tides, nothing more than a rip roaring adventure of the infamous fictional pirate pony and his faithful crew. That's the day I met the Doctor.
Before I get ahead of myself, let me explain that he wasn't an actual doctor. He was more of a...Time traveler. He told me he was from a distant planet named Gallopfrey, told me about the Time Wars and how he was the last of his kind. You could read the pain in his eyes as if they were a book. The Doctor told me all sorts of fantastic stories. How he traveled to the last days of our planet, how he met gas mask zombies, Agatha Christie, and Sontarans. He told me about how he's fought daleks and weeping angels. He's been aboard a ship full of dinosaurs, as well. He also told me of his past friends who came and went. Rose Tyler. Martha Jones. Sarah Jane Smith. Donna Noble. Amy and Rory Williams. So many odd ball stories involving a Captain Jack Harkness. So many friends, so many memories. So much loneliness for one stallion.
When you look him in the eyes, it's as if the whole of the universe is reflected in those pools of blue, sucking you in, pulling you down, making it difficult to say no. As if you could stare at all the nebulae and cosmos. You could almost count every individual star and planet in those impossibly blue eyes of his. That's exactly how I got my first adventure with the Doctor, not being able to refuse those eyes of his.
As I was saying, I was working on my series. It was late fall, near closing time. This handsome stallion walks in and starts examining books while I sat at the counter writing. He came over and asked if he could read what I was working on. I reluctantly handed it over saying he was a total stranger. He introduced himself as the Doctor, read my short story, and proceeded to tell me that I became a famous writer. I told him that he was crazy. I mean, what else do you say to a stallion, you just met, who told you that you're famous? What if he said he owns book that you've autographed for him?You'd find him crazy, too, right? Sadly, that could never reach the full depth of the Doctor.
He proved to me that he was not crazy at all, at least not in the asylum way. He was mad, off his rocker, you've got to be kidding , mad, yes. But that was his charm. He could take you to the most dangerous place out there and find some way to solve everything. Raging magma monster? The Doctor usually had a water pistol. Oh, and the good Doctor never carried or used weaponry. He doesn't believe in all that, the good Doctor.
He showed me his TARDIS- his time machine. It's disguised as a police box, but it's bigger on the inside and full of more incredible things than you could ever think off. Wardrobes, a library, a pool. I still don't even think the Doctor has discovered every room in there. I should also mention the bunkbeds, but I'm almost certain that would destroy some of the Doctor's credibility....
The Doctor took me back to Equestria in the 1800's, when Princess Celestia had to renew her terms. Sounds fun, right? Getting to see your princess do something that only happens once every 100 years? It was marvelous, only after we dispelled of the Nightling. Nightlings are like an underdeveloped Changeling, or, at least, that's how the Doctor explained it to me. They were an early species of pony that fed off the energy and magic of other ponies, they just simply refused to evolve. They're ghastly looking, too. Long oily black manes and tails, completely blind, no hooves, but long long points for legs. They were like Changelings, with the ability to adapt to another's form. Only, they had to have an item of the pony that they were going to copy in order to do so. As said before, underdeveloped.
The Nightling had posed itself as one of the Princess' servants, and stole her crown. Without it, Celestia was weakened.
The Doctor and I managed to get her crown back (I won't write down how exactly we got it back, ya know, spoilers and all).
That was my first of many amazing adventures with my Doctor. He wasn't my Doctor, of course. You can't put a claim on a stallion like him. He's everything. the stars, the moon, the sun. He's the entire universe and the universe is him.
He showed me how amazing ponykind can be and how a simple filly can change the course of history. How one afternoon can open up to the most marvelous adventures than you will ever know.
I had dozens of adventures with him, I'll get to writing them all down one day. Perhaps, I'll make a series of them. But in the blink that it took him to show up, it took him a heart beat to disappear. This is the first in years I've spoken of the Doctor.
The reason I wrote this letter is simple. If a stallion with a blue box ever shows up, don't refuse him. Let him take you on adventures all over the galaxy and time line. Let him show you the stars. If a stallion with a blue box shows up, tell him Penny Dreadful says hello and thank you.
For everything.
P.D.
