There was once a healer with no name at the beginning of Time.

This is another story of the traveler who had no identity, although transcended fate itself with his spirit of an eternal healer.

All of it began with the Moon shining gently down upon Earth.

From the birth of history it observed the planet, a silent protector who shone in the void of darkness named outer space. Only Earth had another watcher too...

A watcher named the Doctor.

Although at the moment this protector was not a healer. Rather, a destroyer...

The traveler sighed, staring sadly outside from the old police box named the TARDIS (Time and Relative Dimensions In Space). "I think jelly babies would be good after this..."

The TARDIS floated in outer space as the debris of the Dalek fleet disappeared into nothingness. After all this time after the fall of Gallifrey, the Daleks never-endingly returned into the universe only to be defeated by the Doctor. It was the eternal fate for the lonely madman with a box.

"What do you think, old dear?" The Doctor made one last regretful observation at the destruction before closing the TARDIS doors. "Time to begin another journey?"

A beep came from the console.

"Oh, I understand." the Doctor acknowledged, dematerializing the TARDIS into the time-vortex. "All of space-time itself, anything could happen when I - "

A bell began to sound within the TARDIS before the time-machine crashed backward, sending him flying into the console. The Doctor hastily recovered, staggering to stare at the temporal readings on the monitor. This could not be, nothing could stop the TARDIS as it was flying through the chaos of the time-vortex -

The TARDIS gave a mechanical cry, slowly undergoing an emergency materialization. "Oi! I did not set the console to land! What are you doing?! I - "

The Doctor collapsed onto the ground. There was an unidentifiable entity, an 'invisible presence' surrounding the time-machine as knowledge began unexpectedly flooding into the traveler. Knowledge about a universe of Magic.

"What...who..?"

The Doctor gasped, unable to move as more knowledge continued to manifest about being a...Ruler?

All became a dreamscape of darkness.

The TARDIS beeped in despair as its pilot fell unconscious, continuing to fly helplessly into the void until the 'invisible presence' caused the time-machine to finally land at an unknown destination.

After an eternity, the Doctor finally awakened as a strange understanding remained about everything. The TARDIS had materialized in another multiverse ruled by Magic. An unknown Summoner had called upon him as a mortal 'demi-Heroic Spirit' to temporarily watch over this Magic-multiverse since a Mysterious Crisis was about to descend. Although the Doctor was reluctant to interfere in other universes, the 'invisible presence' had caused him to become a Servant which was strange in itself when -

The Doctor hesitated in absolute bewilderment. "I...have become a Ruler-Class Servant!?"

This should not have happened. No one could have known about his legend as a madman with a box to call upon him since he never journeyed to this multiverse in the first place.

Therefore...who had Summoned him?

There was no answer to the Doctor`s question.

After all, this strange mysterious journey of fate throughout time and relative dimensions in space had finally began.

The Doctor slowly moved to open the doors of the TARDIS.

"I, Servant Ruler have answered the Summoning. I ask of you...are you my Master?"