Tyme Sat on the ground, the little girl, who revealed herself to be Erin, sat in his lap. Before he could respond to the woman's questions, the crystal's light got brighter before him, finally releasing something from it. It was a moment, a quick one. The girl he had sworn to protect was now gone, she was dead, died in his very arms. Tyme went into shock, his mind traveling to the day his sister died, he couldn't do anything then either. It was repeating, history, it had repeated again. Despite his years of training, despite everything he learned, he was still unable to save anyone. His eyes shifted to the crystal, the object that killed the girl, it was too dangerous. Tyme slowly stood, coming out of his shock, "You bastards...why would you kill her? She was just a kid. SHE WAS STILL JUST A KID! WHY WOULD YOU KILL AN INNOCENT CHILD?!" he shouted. He ignored the shackle, pulling at it as he tried to get closer to the crystal. He was going to smash it with his own two fists, he was going to avenge Erin's death, along with the others the crystal had taken. There was a creaking noise coming from the shackle, as if it were about to give in. Then it happened to him, he had been hit by the strange tendrils and slammed into the wall behind him. He slowly sat up, using his free hand to touch his chest, there wasn't any blood. In fact, there was nothing but energy flowing through him now, something he didn't quite understand. He stared back up at the crystal, just what was the purpose of all this? What was the purpose of this mass slaughter? Someone had to pay for this, someone had to answer for all these deaths. There was no way around that.