#alt time

Disclaimer: As the title says this is just how I think of and use what I consider to be the main fan created Gallifreyan font/languages. This is not me attempting impose it on everyone else as a definitive organisation just as reference for my work following this to avoid confusion.

Old High Gallifreyan: https://fontstruct.com/fontstructions/show/666099/archaic_gallifreyan

Modern Linear Gallifreyan: https://fontstruct.com/fontstructions/show/657463/assassin_s_gallifreyan

Timelord Circular/History coding: (Doctor's Cot) http://doctorscotgallifreyan.com/

Faction Paradox Circular/alt time coding: (Shermans) https://shermansplanet.com/gallifreyan/

CW: animal death.

It would be the last unicorn in the world to come to Molly Grue. -Peter S. Beagle

They came in a small cluster, picking their way through the mountains in the warmest garments they had. Led the beast behind them by a rope around its neck. Stopped to try and soothe it when it pulled and struggled.

Until they came through the ice to the blessed ground, with the blessed beast behind them. Its mane shimmered beneath the aurora above as they brought it forth for their Lady.

Oh, it was easy to hate this girl, though. So young, so blessed and beautiful. Things that she'd not been in years and could never be again. As she stood like a living statue, as if all of the heavenly gates had opened and the stars all smiled on her.

The youngest among them had a quick and and a quick hand with his bow, but he hesitated. The cold, or his young years, or the great importance of this that had been placed on his thin and ragged shoulders.

Gisela stepped foward as his fingers started trembling around the arrow and held her hand out.

Give it to the one who knows. The command from her upturned hand didn't need to be spoken. Knows how to bless the cups and pass the offering. Knows all the words. Knows to to find game and water and knights come a-marching.

She had one good eye left in her head, after all. More than enough to aim.

And she took the weapon and liked up an arrowhead to the beast's eye on that side.

"I render unto thee, the Heaven's Bride." Her low voice, pleasant enough for singing lullabies and calling watch, resounded in the frozen air.

"Saint Shiva."

And she let the arrow loose.

The unicorn's holy blood crystallized violently on Akh Afah's frozen floor wherever it happened to spill.

Gjallarhorn -  I Riden Så