Part 4!
"It is you!" Saxi realised, eyes wide, "But I thought... You're a Whitedawn... They..." "Oh yes," Eboni said, seeming to only just remember, "All the Whitedawns were executed, weren't they?" A brief flash if awareness; of pain, before her eyes misted over again. "Have I missed something here, or..." Oscar raised an eyebrow quizzically at the Time Lords. The Doctor opened his mouth to explain, but was beaten to it by Saxi. "This is Ebonilocundralescolden Whitedawn. Shortened to Eboni for obvious reasons. Her chosen name is The Dreamer, because..." She looked at Eboni, who was still daydreaming, "Well. For even more obvious reasons. Except it's not just daydreams; sometimes she has visions. She can look into the future, see things that are to come, but when the visions happen is unpredictable. It can be at night when she sleeps, or in broad daylight in front of everyone." "The Whitedawns tried hard to keep it a secret. They didn't want anyone knowing she was a prophet of sorts, least of all Rassilon," The Doctor continued, "Luckily for them it was often hard to tell a normal daydream from a vision, so hiding it was relatively easy." "Only close friends knew of her gifts outside of her House. Namely me, Theta, Koschei and her closest friend, Ilssii - The Scribe, Saxi finished. "Morsha doesn't know..." The Doctor mumbled. "Morsha?" Eboni repeated, snapping out of her daydream, "Big sister Engineer... she's alive?" "Very much so," The Doctor confirmed, sighing, "She doesn't even know your new name..." "Huh?" Oscar interrupted, lost again. "Eboni used to be known as Yulin, Morsha's younger sister. Just before she was executed, Theta and I found a note she'd left, telling us she'd changed her name," Saxi explained. "We never had time to tell anyone, we thought she'd been executed." "But why are you here, how did you find us?" Oscar asked Eboni after a moment's silence. "Why am I... Oh!" The Dreamer exclaimed, looking at the Doctor, "Theta, you have to get out of here. I had a vision and there was this man, and your daughter..." she trailed off, noticing the broken figure in Oscar's arms. Her eyes clouded over again, "Oh. Am I late?"