All a dream
She walked around her home. Gallifrey was beautiful. She was the daughter of the most famous man in the place, and her mother wasn’t in the shadows either. She sat ouside her school as a group of Daleks came in. She pulled her pen from behind her ear and fumbled with it until it went into its laser form. She shot at some, making them blow up. Living in the Time Wars was tough, especially when her father was fighting… on the front lines. But the girl herself had put together an army of children on the home front, ready for an invasion. Children was the wrong term. Almost all of the “children” were over 300, which was considered pretty young, come to think of it. She and her army were fighting, until her eyes snapped open. It was all a dream.