text: This isn't "your time" and something is very different. You can sense it. Something is here that wasn't before.
  
  You quickly scan the room again and from the far left side of the room you hear a little giggle.
  
  One of tentacle creatures appear once again and you fight back the nausea long enough to cast a blast of negative energy towards the sounds of the laughter.
  
  Trelik materializes from your lucky direct hit and howls in pain before collapsing on the floor. His high pitched screech seems to irk the creature and it grabs him with one of the tentacles.
  
  "NO! NO! HAHAHAHA! I WAS GOING TO CONTROL TIME!" Trelik laughs before they turn into screams when the creature proceeds to devour him.
  
  Trelik might've been dealt with, but you still have to preserve the time line! You immediately rush to tackle Quayle and narrowly dodge another tentacle beast that appears near you.
  
  You are just about to reach Quayle... 
  
  "... once again... the future... the past... unite... " you hear Quayle just as you're about to collide with him.
  
  Except instead of colliding with him you collide into the stone floor of the vampire fortress! Or at least you thought it was... 
  
  You stand up and find yourself in the middle of a castle, but it's different. You see dead elves and humans lying on the floor. Looks like they were fighting each other. You attempt to raise them, but nothing happens. Your powers aren't working at all and in this living flesh cage you've been once again cursed with, you feel pretty vulnerable.
  
  You hear human soldiers laughing and running and you hide.
  
  "Har har! This was a good idea. Elves can't fight worth shit! Where's the captain anyway?"
  "Oh you know him; he's probably finding something of more value to keep to himself."
  
  After they pass by you proceed to make your way through the ruins of this castle which is obviously under siege. You think you're nearing the exit when all of a sudden you hear the sounds of battle and a very familiar voice... 
  
  "You better save your own ass elf, I mean to have whatever is behind that door and the likes of you aren't going to stop me!" your Dad remarks.
  "Never! I have sworn to protect the treasure behind here with my life!" the Elven guard exclaims.
  
  You see your Dad and this elven guard clash swords. You watch from the shadows and it's obvious that this elf is slightly more skilled than your Dad. You might not have your powers, but you realize what has happened. You've been transported to the past again. This is the elven castle that your Dad laid siege to. He's supposed to meet your Mom here. She's probably the "treasure" that the elven guard is protecting.
  
  Another familiar voice calls out to you in your mind with a sorrow filled tone.
  
  "You wish to end all life because you loathe it so? Or is it that you loathe your own life? I have seen you set out on this path and while regrettable I see that it was inevitable. Perhaps I am to blame. I give you a chance to make things right and allow life to bloom once again instead of an existence of ultimate isolation and loneliness."
  
  That voice sounded very much like your Mom. But you haven't discovered any trace of her despite your searches. Then again that might make sense if she's gone into this time slipping business.
  
  "Mom... do you defy me as well? Have you and Trelik formed some unholy alliance?" you whisper under your breath to her while attempting to contain your anger and wounded feelings. Feelings you haven't really had in a long time.
  "No, my son. Trelik's mad plan was his own. I have merely taken advantage of his poor judgment in attempting to alter time. Yes son, you are not the only one in the family who has the knowledge of forbidden magic and a master of it. I give you a choice... life or death. Think carefully about making your decision. Think about your possible future. Think about what you've become. Think about what you've done. Your existence has caused the end of the world's own. Is that really what you want?"
  
  This question has been posed to you many times before in the past. Every time you've dismissed it because it's been so far off before. But as the end grows ever closer, you'll have to come to very real possibility that immortality on a dead world may very well grow dreary. This latest time trip has been the most excitement you've had in years... 
  
  You look over at your Dad, who is losing his battle with the elven guard.
  
  Maybe it would be better had you never been born... 
  > do not help him
  Life must continue. At last you have seen reason.
  
  You watch a bit more and the elven guard is hard pressed, but it becomes apparent that he's dedicated to his duty. He strikes your Dad with a couple of sword blows to his chest. He falls cursing and swearing, before the elven guard finishes him off with a thrust to his neck.
  
  "Heh, that's what should've happened in the first place." You say and quietly slink off.
  
  You walk into an empty room and wonder what will happen next. You've just destroyed your existence. Though you're still here, so you're not sure what that means. Are you going to disappear soon, or will you just continue your existence until you reach your "proper time?"
  
  You hear your Mom's voice again, one last time.
  
  "You have chosen life as was predicted. Your time as you know it is no more... time... time defeats all. Time even defeats death... however time is not without mercy and your existence in history is not gone, just altered. ... the future... the past... does it matter? You will die ... all has been written... farewell son. We shall not meet again. You shall have no knowledge of any of this or what has occurred before. But your actions have preserved life, even if you are an emissary of death... "
  
  You suddenly find yourself transported on some desolate hilltop. You have no idea where you're at, let alone how you got there. In fact you don't have too much memory of anything. All you're sure of is that you have a great knowledge of magic and that you're not truly alive.
  
  Suddenly a ragged bunch of individuals approach, you prepare to defend yourself, but these half crazed tribals are in awe of you.
  
  "It's him! He is the one we called upon! Our prayers have been answered! We have sacrificed our remaining livestock to appease you! Please our village has suffered a great loss. We have lost many of our people to a plague. We beg you to reunite us with those loved ones we have lost."
  
  And so began the first steps of the Great Lich Lord's quest for the extinction of life... 