Clarapuellascilislundar watched from her window as the moon rose on the orange sky of her home, the lasting vestiges of light from the double suns glinting across the glass shields of the far off citadel. The red grass below the sky moved gently in the wind with complete unison, the only thing that broke the rhythm of the beautiful grass was the slightest of breaks or grooves, caused by what she knew, was representatives from the Academy. They walked slowly, no need to be in haste, which was one of their favorite rules.

They were coming for her, which might have been another reason on why they didn't haste, because they knew she wouldn't run, her house was to proud to let her. Her cousins of the same Loom wouldn't dare even let her leave the room she was in, knowing full well that she would not even pause in her efforts to get away. She didn't want to be a part of the Academy, she had, on more than one occasion, said aloud that she wished to be one of the many shobogans that lived and ran amongst the deserts and forests of Gallifrey. They had been horrified when she had said this, and immediately sent for the representatives of the Time Lord Academy to come early and take her before she made a 'mistake'.

She couldn't run, that was obvious, she couldn't fight; she was just a Time Tot. So what could she do? She could only wait, so that's what she did. She didn't cry, scream or beg, even as a child she was supposedly meant to be too proud, to be that 'ridiculous' as her cousins put it. But just because she didn't, didn't mean she didn't want to. In fact she would most likely have been crying now, if it weren't for the fact that one of her many cousins were in the room with her, watching her with vested interest, he wanted to see her cry.

"Hope you like the view, in the Academy; you'll be lucky if they let you outside." Magnus was not the kindest of the cousins of Heartshaven, in fact she would be considered incredibly lucky to be in the same room with a kind cousin of Heartshaven. Supposedly they gained their forceful excellence from their connected house of Lungaburrow, to which the Time Tot had heard they were even more rigorous in their quest for excellence. Which of course links all the way back to their Prydonian roots, to which every house made sure their cousins held their head high for, even if they had to force them.

"Leave me alone Magnus, go play with your experiments." She mumbled angrily, not turning away from the view of the window, just in case her sadistic cousin was telling the truth, for once in his horrid regeneration. He just laughed, which was something that always freaked her out as it was low and demeaning, yet held a sense of authority over her, even though they were only a century apart, so he could still be seen as a Time Tot. The only authority he held over her was the fact that he was already in the Academy, even if he was still in his junior years.

"Why? So you can run off and play with the shobogans?" He snickered, being one of the few cousins of her house that thought she wasn't the slightest bit serious in her claim, and even if she was, she would have came right back, the ferocity and dangers of the deserts and forests probably scaring her right back into line. He was also one of the many cousins that had suggested that she should be sent out there, that she would be scared right into the social norms. One of his little 'experiments' as Clarapuellascilislundar liked to put it. She was ready to respond, most likely with something that Heartshaven would more than likely disapprove of. However she was cut off as another cousin entered the room, giving a small confused look to Magnus before finally speaking to the younger Gallifreyan.

"Get ready, there here for you." They had said simply, gesturing for her to pull back her unruly brown hair from her face, which were hiding her glowering green eyes from the red and orange world. She did so, though of course had to be forced into it thanks to another look from the oldest of the cousins in the room. Magnus finally left the room a few moments later, giving his younger cousin a look of complete amusement and a sarcastic grin before finally disappearing from the room. The Time Tot sighed and readied herself for the representatives to enter the room, the older cousin leaving to tell them that they could finally entre and look upon one of their youngest cousins.

Before they even entered Clarapuellascilislundar could feel a great weight pushing down on her spirited mind, causing her to her openly wince, her eyes squeezing shut in pain. When the old men entered, they weren't the slightest bit surprised at the expression on her face, in fact some of them were even amused. They took their seats from across her, not saying anything until her face had cleared of mental pain. When they spoke their voices were low, unmoving from their tone, almost like they didn't care about anything, and it scared her.

"How old are you child?" The one who spoke leaned the slightest bit forward in his seat, his eyes almost probing through her mind, as if he expected her to lie. That confused her completely, since it was obvious just from her appearance of what her age was, and she even if she did lie, it wouldn't be a millisecond before they knew she was lying. When she answered, she felt the weight on her brain loosening slightly, as if a reward for her for not lying.

"I'm nine Sir." She tried not to shift or shuffle around in her seat, but couldn't help but do so in the glaring eyes of the old men in front of her. She could feel the pressure of these men, of her cousins, of the Academy on her in that moment, and couldn't help but feel like she would do anything, just to relieve that pressure. That was a strange feeling, especially since it was only yesterday that she had mentioned that she didn't give even the slightest care for the thoughts of the Panoptican.

"And you feel that your future is best to be thrown away with the shobogans and failures of our society?" Why did she want to cry then? Like she was so horribly embarrassed for what she had said, even though she knew full well that she meant every single word of them. The feeling of pressure on her mind grew again, like a sickness that she couldn't get rid of unless she recanted her words. She knew that was what they wanted to hear and that saying it would take the horrid feelings away. But then again it would mean that she was demeaning herself, demeaning her words as fake, and if she couldn't tell the truth on what she wanted to do, then what else would she be false about?

She was nine years old, she was a Time Tot cousin to one of the most prestigious houses in all of Gallifrey, and her words were all she had, when she got someone to listen. But this is where her words had taken her, right into the world of peer pressure and mind games. She wanted to say the falsest thing she had said in her nine years, and was only doing it to remove the pain from her mind, she told herself that as she answered, that it was only to take the pain away, and that it wasn't true.

"N-no," Her voice was smaller than it had ever been, but they had heard her just as well, and the pain was taken away again. She didn't say a word, didn't sigh in relief or even relaxed her face. She kept her face of pain, now used to mourn the fact that she had gone against herself, that she had falsified herself in her eyes and the eyes of the representatives. The expression didn't last long though, her house pride getting to her, since it was the only thing she had left.

"Of course not," He replied, a brief look of sarcastic accomplishment on his face as he leaned back into his seat, the other members around him still not saying a word. They stayed like this for a few more minutes, the silence of the room echoing through the child's ears. Then, finally, the two old men that hadn't been speaking left the room in the same utter silence they had entered with, leaving just her and the speaking representative in the room.

"You've done a good thing Clarapuellascilislundar; the Academy only welcomes the brightest of students, and you're fortunate enough to have a free pass thanks to the reputation of your house. You wouldn't have wanted that slandered would you?" He was goading her, she was sure of it. But she couldn't bite that bait, as he had said; the reputation of her house was at stake. And if she couldn't have the belief in her words, she wanted the reputation of the house that took care of her (despite her distain to a good few of them,) that had given her such a privileged life, to be upholded. She had to pay them back somehow, and figured the best way to do that first, was to hold her tongue.

"No Sir." He stood then, as if she had passed some kind of test, and left the room. She was alone for only a few seconds, to which she allowed herself to relax, the pressure that was placed on her mind having been gone ever since she had gave them the answer they wanted. That relief went quick however, when one of her many cousins once again entered the room. They looked uncomfortable, like they knew of Clarapuellascilislundar's position, like they had been in the position before, but could not comfort her for the sake of their house.

"You're undertaking the ceremony for entering the Academy tomorrow. Congratulations and be thankful." They looked even more awkward and left as quickly as they had arrived, the soft thud of the door perfectly accenting all of Clarapuellascilislundar's hopes of a freedom dying with at the same time.

They were lying to her when they said the ceremony would take pace the next day, probably just to place her off her guard. She was woken up in the middle of the night, just when the last of the orange of the twilight sky finally was dying out to the black, soulless night. There was still a good amount of sleep in her eyes when they took her from her house, leading her out through the large grassy fields and to where the entrance ceremony would take place. She, along with other children that appeared from out of other paths in the grass fields, were lined up in what seemed like a random order, and were told to wait, naturally they began to talk amongst themselves.

"Hi, what's your name?" The boy in front of her asked, turning to face her fully. She was a little surprised, since everybody else had been ignoring her ever since the adults had left them on their own. The boy in front of the one starting a conversation with her seemed a little confused as to why he was talking with her, but didn't seem all that ready to jump in just yet.

"Clarapuellascilislundar, what's yours?" The boy looked a little thoughtful on whether or not he should tell her, before finally answering. The other child in front of him seemed a little more confused, but then again so was she by the answer he gave. She was almost sure that he was just messing with her, like he was laughing openly at her, not taking her seriously while this horribly serious moment was taking place.

"Theta Sigma, nice to meet you," She supposed, telling from his expression, that he already knew that she wasn't going to take him seriously just from his name. Theta Sigma was the name of a fictional character from a series of books written on Gallifrey, the character was well known to be a foolish one that played tricks on other characters, but also could manipulate his situation to become whatever he wanted. At first she laughed at what she guessed at the time was supposed to be a joke, only to stop when she realized he was actually serious. The child in front of him however, laughed openly and didn't stop, the other children looking to him in annoyance as his laugh was rather loud. The boy who had called himself Theta Sigma rolled his eyes and clamped his hand down on his mouth, thankfully muffling the laughter.

"Jeez Koschei, laugh it up any louder and the Karn Sisterhood will hear you." The now named boy Koschei stopped laughing and rolled his eyes as well, slapping the hand off his mouth. When he spoke a few of the kids had to shush at him, as they could still hear the adults talking not that far off. The girl behind Clarapuellascilislundar was especially interested in quieting the boy, shushing the loudest out of all the children.

"Oh right Theta, like that cooped up group of old ladies would ever-oh shush yourself Ushas!" Koschei huffed to the girl that had been shushing him. Theta Sigma rolled his eyes to Clarapuellascilislundar, causing her to giggle in reply. She couldn't help but feel a little relieved at the young boy's humor, the situation she was forced into suddenly seeming that that much better than it had earlier in the day. He smiled while she giggled, happy that someone other than Koschei was laughing at his jokes.

"So, Clar- Erm…" Theta trailed off, obviously not very well at remembering names. Clarapuellascilislundar was actually used to this, and often wondered why her Loom genetic donates would give her such a long name, but she could probably place that down on being bored and having the freedom to give that child any name they wanted. A good source of evidence on that would be the Loom genetic donates that had named Magnus.

"Clarapuellascilislundar," She said again, not surprised to see his unhappy look at the prospect of having to remember all of that. Koschei even took a break in his glare contest with the girl behind her, now named Ushas, to drop in his opinion. Theta meanwhile, rolled his eyes as he heard Koschei talk, again causing the Time Girl to giggle.

"That is way too long. What house are you from?" Perhaps he wasn't trying to sound rude, but for some reason he wasn't very good not making it sound that way if that was the case. Ushas leaned past both Clarapuellascilislundar and Theta Sigma, to pinch Koschei on his arm. He hissed like a hurt cat and smacked her hand away, leaving Ushas to only smirk in the victory of both silencing him for a short while, and winning the silent argument between them. But Clarapuellascilislundar wasn't that bothered, and answered the question all the same.

"Heartshaven, what about you guys?" Theta and Ushas didn't seem impressed by her title, and from the look on Ushas face she could tell that she was expecting it. Koschei's reaction was different, since he now looked a little more sarcastic and bitter for some reason she wasn't yet sure of. Theta smiled, again making her feel better, and responded with more enthusiasm than a Time Tot usually did when they talked about their houses.

"I'm from Lungaburrow, so were like second cousins! Oh and Koschei's from Oakdown and Ushas is from Redlooms." She nodded in understanding and Theta continued to smile, which turned out to be something contagious as Clarapuellascilislundar smiled along with him. It was rather silly of her, but when she was much younger she figured that there were no children of Lungaburrow, since the only people she ever saw from that house, were old. She supposed, in her naivety, that the Looms they used were programmed specifically for older people.

Koschei just rolled his eyes in the fashion he had been doing since the conversation began and decided to bring it back a few steps, figuring that when Time Tot's starting talking about their houses, the conversation has really gone stale. The sounds of the adults were still not that far off, but it seemed like they weren't still coming back for a while yet. Usually that would confuse Clarapuellascilislundar on why they couldn't all just run away and not do this, but she knew full well that there actually was children here that wanted to be apart of the Academy, and even if they did run, there would be no where for them to go.

"Anyway, back to a non-completely-boring topic, your name is way too long." Koschei said again, earning him another painful pinch from Ushas, who did so gladly. Theta however, just nodded his head in agreement and began silently thinking to himself, the other two of his friends now waiting rather impatiently for him to speak. Eventually he managed to speak up, and what he came out with caused his two friends to roll their eyes for the umpteenth time that night.

"What about… Lundar?" Koschei and Ushas groaned in annoyance, Koschei even hitting Theta on the arm and giving him a sarcastic look. Theta raised his arms in defense and shrugged his shoulder s to Clarapuellascilislundar, as if saying 'eh, I tired.' Ushas spoke next, her idea having all three of the Time Tot's nodding in agreement.

"Obviously not Theta, the logical choice would be Clara. If, she doesn't mind having her name shortened." Ushas then turned to the other girl, her inquisitive and demanding nature throwing her off base. She stammered for a few seconds, not deaf from hearing the small giggles from the two boys in front of her. Eventually she managed to answer, her Heartshaven nerves steeling as they had needed to a few seconds earlier.

"Yes- I mean no, no I don't mind. It's usually really difficult to get people to remember my name." She stammered a little at the start, but eventually relaxed. Theta and Koschei giggled a little more before finally stopping, along with the rest of the children. Clara wondered for a little while on why they were quiet, until Ushas gestured for her to turn around, and suddenly she was aware. The adults had returned, probably a while ago and were watching them all with a quiet and judging look.

"The ceremony will begin. The untempered schism is prepared. The first to go is, Mortimus." That was all they said, and then gestured for the first in the line to go with them. They walked away with the child, and Clara couldn't help but feel more of put off what was going to happen to her than she had the entire night. Theta sensed her discomfort, and took her hand and squeezed it. She squeezed back, and gave him a small smile to reassure him that she wasn't scared. A few silent moments passed, and nothing happened, the other children around them seemed to be getting restless from impatience. They started whispering to themselves again, but every conversation that they attempted to have with Clara, Theta, Koschei or Ushas was immediately cut off, so they stopped trying.

Eventually a sound was heard by them all, and Clara would be unintelligent if she tried to write it off as not a scream of terror. The adults returned, but not with the child. Clara squeezed Theta's hand that much harder, actual fear finally coming through her thoughts. More and more kids went with them as their names were read out. They couldn't run, there was nowhere to go, so they went with them. More fear passed through her as every child didn't come back, and she couldn't help but feel that something else was going on. Eventually the line got smaller and smaller, until finally Koschei's name was read out.

Clara wanted to tell him to run, to do anything except go with them, but she stayed silent. Theta just clasped his shoulder as he went to go with them, trying to somehow reassure his other friend that everything was going to be okay, when he didn't know either. Koschei walked up the small hill to where the adults were waiting, taking a moment to stop and wave back at Theta, Clara and Ushas, giving them a small smile before he kept walking, and disappeared to where the rest of the children went.

Time passed as it did with the other children, but Clara didn't hear any screams coming from beyond the hill. In fact nothing happened, which was odd and they were left to stand in that line for a little longer than usual. Clara looked to Theta for an explanation, but he was just as confused as she was, he was still holding her hand, which was a thankful gesture, but it appeared that it wasn't going to last very much longer as he was supposed to go after Koschei. Some more time passed, until suddenly the adults reappeared, and they looked a little more than confused themselves, but tried their best not to show it to the children as they called the next name.

The name Clara heard was not the one Theta had given her, and she saw him openly wince at the saying of it. Still he walked forward, his hold on her hand now being broken, and the little boy walked up the small hill towards them. Clara felt her heart break at the thought of something happening to him, and was ready to shout out to him when she felt Ushas cover her mouth form behind.

"You can't stop them or say anything. Don't worry, I've read up on this, I know what's going to happen, he won't be hurt." She whispered into her ear, not moving her hand until she was sure that Clara would be quiet. However her silence didn't last when she heard the all too familiar voice of Theta, screaming form beyond the small hill that somehow hid what was going on from their sight. Ushas had to grab Clara tightly form her upper arm just in time, any second earlier and she would have been tearing up the hill to save her new friends.

It only took them a few moments for them to return, the steely look in their eyes was just as they were when they visited her in her house, the pressure on her mind returned, and regretfully she fell back into line. Ushas' hold was gone as quickly as it began, and suddenly Clara became aware that she could run away if she so wanted, to run through the tall,ruby red grass and never look back. So why couldn't she do it?

"Clarapuellascilislundar," The middle one's voice droned, and Clara realized, with a shudder, that it was the old man who had visited her in her house. At first she felt as though she couldn't move, that she was just stuck into place and wanted to stay there. Eventually though (with help from a shoving Ushas), She was walking up the small hill towards them, her hearts collectively wanting to jump out of her throat. They waited patiently and didn't try to make her go faster; she could tell from one look in their eyes, they knew she wouldn't run.

They lead her further through the grass, none of them saying a single word, not that she expected them to. They reached a strange clearing of the grass, a strange sculpture like circle standing not that far away from them. As far as she could tell, they must have been facing the back of the sculpture as all she could see was blank and soulless grey. They gestured for her to walk around until she faced the front of the sculpture and fearfully she complied. Her footsteps are small and would have been almost unbearably silent if it weren't for the silver leaves that littered the ground around them, turning each small step into a loud crunch.

When she finally reached the front, she couldn't help but at first to cry, to scream out, the sight of it burning into her mind and into the very core of her hearts. It was an opening in everything that not only this world, but all worlds needed to exist. A tear in the very fabric of which existence is stitched and sown, with hands so careful and seamless that it was almost impossible to believe such a hole would have been missed.

A tear in time.

An Untempered Schism.

It was never ending, never ceasing, never dying. It went on and on, forever and ever and she was looking in to the only opening there was, the only opening there could ever be. And she was scared, so scared as a voice wailed through the dark,a voice only she could hear as the old men around her showed no reaction, they merely watched her with their cold, calculating eyes. The voice was hauntingly familiar, which was expected.

It was her voice.

I don't know where I am.

I've lived a thousand lives in a thousand places. I'm born, I live, I die.

And I'm running.

And that's what Clarapuellascilislundar did, and never looked back. The old men didn't try to stop her and she knew they probably didn't care. She ran through the red grass, her sight completely impaired by the long strands of plant life. Her feet never stopped as she went, faster and faster through the field as all she could think of was getting away from this terrible place.

Suddenly, during her escape, she tripped on a covered stone and was sent tumbling down a rather large hill that was also covered by the claustrophobic grass. She fell, her throat sore from the screaming she had been doing this whole time. There was a flying mix of red and midnight black until finally she landed, and when she did, she landed hard.

Her hands cut on the rocks she landed on, she cried out, but there was little point in doing so since the cry came out weaker thanks to her screaming her mind out only just a while earlier. She didn't move after that, instead she just curled up in a ball and cried to herself, lost and unsure of what she should do next. She couldn't go back to her house, she would be clouded ad surrounded with nothing but shame. Her chance of entry into the academy was most unlikely, thanks to her reaction that all the representatives of the said academy had seen. The only friends she'd ever made outside of her house were most likely gone and even if she did see them again there was a great chance that they were in the same boat as she was. So there was nothing she could do at that moment as she was lost, alone and completely terrified out of her wits.

"I don't know where I am." She cried softly, unaware of how hauntingly familiar she was being to the voice she had heard not that long ago. She sobbed softly to herself, the only thing comforting her at that moment was her own arms holding herself tight. The world around her seemingly ignored her existence, instead the birds and crickets continued to cheep and buzz as they had always done. However her sobbing was cut short when she heard the sounds of footsteps coming towards her.

"Clara?" She froze and didn't move, the voice was at first hard to place what with her mind being on different confusing things. Eventually though she managed to clue in on whom it was as they moved closer. She peeked a little out of her hands that were covering her face, just to make sure the person was who she hoped. And it seemed the universe was on her side for the first time the whole night and yesterday as she saw Theta Sigma walking towards her.

Jumping up in a flash, she ran to him, and nearly tackled him with a hug. He hugged her back, his shivering body still warmer than the freezing ground. The children stayed this way, hugging and crying together until they were finally found by the Academy recruits that were always sent out to find the ones that had run away from the Schism. They didn't seem the slightest bit surprised at the image of the two Time Tots hugging; in fact a few of them were certainly amused by it. As they lead both Theta and Clara out of the maze of red grass, they failed to notice that the two children were still holding hands, both of them shivering from the horrid cold, but also still so thankful to have each other.

Soon she was returned back to her house and, after a quickly rushed goodbye to Theta, she was sent immediately to her bed. Ignoring the far off taunts and jeers of her cousins (mostly Magnus), she slid into her comfy bed, falling asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow. That night she dreamt of a thousand different lives, all of them hers as she saved the universe in every one of them, and in every one of them there were only two things in common.

The first was that she died in every one. No matter how different or similar they were to each other the outcome was always the same, she always died. The second similarity was that she was always chasing after this one man, this one strange, scary, brilliant, terrifying and fantastic man.

A man called the Doctor.

Clarapuellascilislundar =

Clara-Puella-Scilis-Lundar

Clara (of course)

Puella Scilis: soufflé girl in Latin (well actually scilis means pastry, since there wasn't anything in Latin for soufflé.)

Lundar: part of Romana's name, so I went with it as Romana's house is Heartshaven.

Magnus is the Gallifreyan name of the War Chief.

Ushas is the Gallifreyan name of the Rani.

Koschei is the Gallifreyan name of The Master.

Mortimus is the Gallifreyan name of The Monk.

Theta Sigma was the Gallifreyan nickname for the Doctor.

Reasons: That one scene in The Name Of The Doctor where Clara is seen on Gallifrey with the First Doctor. Figured she would have seen The Untempered Schism.