Rec: Living History by MinervaFan
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calufraxStory: Living History
Author: MinervaFan
Rating: All Ages
Word Count: 9668
Author's summary: Sarah Jane and her gang are entrusted with a priceless legacy.
Characters/Pairings: Sarah Jane Smith
Warnings: none
Recced because: Every once in a while you come across a truly unique story, one that you've never seen before or heard before and really wish you had because it's so completely brilliant. This is one of those stories. Sarah Jane saves an alien from death and then saves him again from that much more. It raises some good questions - what is a culture but a collection of stories? And what happens if that culture, that species, is gone, everyone except for one and they, too, are dying? It's a lovely, bittersweet tale that brought tears to my eyes at the end and, despite that fact, made me smile.
Out of the sky he fell, the traveler with no name. Into the mist he fell, lost and alone, forgotten. He looked up at unfamiliar stars and with the wind and the grass sang pity for his race.
The gods heard his cry and found mercy for him. They sent him an angel, a teller of histories, an alien woman with kind voice and gentle ways, to share the gift of memory.
Author: MinervaFan
Rating: All Ages
Word Count: 9668
Author's summary: Sarah Jane and her gang are entrusted with a priceless legacy.
Characters/Pairings: Sarah Jane Smith
Warnings: none
Recced because: Every once in a while you come across a truly unique story, one that you've never seen before or heard before and really wish you had because it's so completely brilliant. This is one of those stories. Sarah Jane saves an alien from death and then saves him again from that much more. It raises some good questions - what is a culture but a collection of stories? And what happens if that culture, that species, is gone, everyone except for one and they, too, are dying? It's a lovely, bittersweet tale that brought tears to my eyes at the end and, despite that fact, made me smile.
Out of the sky he fell, the traveler with no name. Into the mist he fell, lost and alone, forgotten. He looked up at unfamiliar stars and with the wind and the grass sang pity for his race.
The gods heard his cry and found mercy for him. They sent him an angel, a teller of histories, an alien woman with kind voice and gentle ways, to share the gift of memory.
