Hey everyone, TimeKid here, with the Prologue for my new series! I'd just like to say, when I checked the stats for my oneshot "The Plan", I was gobsmacked. I only uploaded it 2 days ago and it already has 3 reviews, 1 favourite and over 300 views! You guys are amazing! I can't thank you more for your amazing feedback!

Info about my new series:

It is Doctor Who, but with a twist. The series is called "Children of Time", where the main characters are kids! Lol! They're not really kids, they're kind of teens, but I've had this idea for ages and finally I get to write it. I actually wrote a few stories ages ago about this, but this is what I hate about myself: I spend ages on stories and then I decide I don't like them and want to start again. I thought my original ones were a bit weird so I'm starting again on this series.

Info: Basically, if you're confused, the Director (don't copy my name please or I'll hunt you down and put you in stormcage) is a 208 year old Time Lord (13/14 in Earth years - this probably isn't right but who really cares) who is basically my version of the Doctor. He's just escaped the Time War, and has been shot by a Dalek so he regenerates in the TARDIS, which he acquired after finishing the Academy. His TARDIS is crashing to a planet... I'll say no more about it. You have to read it to know! Enjoy, and review (no flames please) and favourite, they encourage me to continue writing!

An excruciating pain tore through the body of the Time Lord who was trying to pilot the TARDIS. It wasn't exactly easy; since every fibre of his body was in agony and he had an entire army of Daleks that could kill him any second.

The Director; a newly qualified Time Lord fresh out of the Academy, had just seen his house destroyed, his family and friends die, and worst of all: his own planet in ruins. The 208-year-old (roughly 13/14 in Earth years), had barely managed to escape, with being shot by a Dalek and all. Before he could regenerate, he had to pilot his time machine as far away from the Daleks as possible.

Letting out a sigh of relief, the Director knew he was safe, for now. After all, he was the other side of the galaxy. Hopefully no Daleks would be around these parts.

It had started. The golden energy swirled around his hands, gradually getting faster and faster. Only 208, and he'd already used up a regeneration. Good going there, he thought sarcastically as he prepared himself for the change.

Tipping his head and arms back, he allowed the energy to pour out of his body. Every cell was changing, and he struggled to contain his pain.

Breathless, the Time Lord collapsed onto the glass floor of the TARDIS, just as the ship began to spiral out of control and descend down upon the planet below.

Reviews? I'll try to finish the first chapter asap! I hope you stay with me on this one!