[ WP ] A magic and friendly creature takes children with him to go to extraordinary adventures , just like in a kids show . Except that this time , something unexpected happens , and the adventure goes HORRIBLY wrong .

In my last moments, as I lay here, waiting for the inevitable cold to finally take my suffering away, I can only think back on my actions, they were all so happy before, time traveling adventures with the children of St. Mary ’ s Primary School, Class 7-C. I never realised it would be like this, all I ever thought was to go on grand adventures and teach the kids a little history. One of the kids suggested a year and we were off, piling into my magical time traveling boot, ready to ‘ Kick start our imagination! ’ as I used to say, back when I was me, back when I smiled. Back to the year 2066, they insisted it was a very important time period, only 50 years earlier than their current period, as they insisted. I didn ’ t think anything of any real importance happened then, of course as any good 5th dimensional being, I have seen whole worlds crumble in a matter of moments, to me at least, so who knows, I may have missed some important event, or something of cultural import to the kids. 
 
 Excuses. I should have asked more questions, should have realised. Little too late to wonder now I suppose. 15 year olds, still children, barely out of their eggs compared to my thousands of years. I suppose it ’ s that kind of thinking that got me into this mess. That and not researching the local culture enough I suppose. After all, how was I to know the sci-fi channel had been playing constant time travel movies for weeks leading up to my arrival, or that the kids, at least the few I should really have been more worried about, had been getting all sorts of ideas, ideas that would make most people with a good healthy wariness to the time stream continuum cry. ‘ Out of the mouths of babes ’ it was a saying I had come across in my brief time in this world, something I have come to mean very differently than I believe was intended. Children, the pure, their minds untouched by greed, protected from pride, ignorant to most of the ‘ sins of man ’. They were supposed to be GOOD. They were not. 
 
 They had ideas. Wicked ideas. They wanted to be rich, famous, they wanted everything. Just, not yet. 
 
 There are a few rules to be followed while time traveling, travel in the past, if you don ’ t want to hurt yourself, or be very prepared. You know where you are, and what you will do. If it ’ s your past and your future, there will be a way to interact with yourself, a way to change something. That is very painful. For me, and every 5th dimensional being in the area as time wrenches itself apart trying to change what ’ s going on and all that excess energy has to go through some conduit. If you travel in the past, then that ’ s fine, the ‘ You ’ being affected is separate from the ‘ you ’ you might see, and that means that time in the area you are traveling will only be affected centred on yourself from the ‘ now ’, or the time period you were in originally, as the origin point that is the piece being affected, and will only be affected once. As soon as you interact with yourself in the future, the ‘ you ’ will be changed by your previous interaction, causing a ripple and recursively causing the ‘ you ’ you are interacting with to change and become something else, over and over again. The universe can heal itself, time is stretchy and flexible, but think of a piece of rubber, even putty, placed upon a grinding blade of a constant shifting presence, even the universe won ’ t be able to mend the whole eventually. 
 
 There are more specifics, but that is what you need to know for now. Well, that and they don ’ t publish almanacs where I come from, oh and kids are dicks, I mean, who steals someone ’ s boot? 
 
 As I lie here, dying of internal time haemorrhaging, energy literally exploding my veins, watching as the older version of the kids take them away and teach them about themselves, all the while changing and telling them what did and didn ’ t work, I realise there was something very important that I must have missed. Not that it matters now, I will die, never knowing Ms. Stacey decided to put up the 2116 calendar, rather than the 2016 one, thinking it would be a bit of fun, getting the kids excited about time travel week. I would never know that they would never know what happened to me, I would never know they attribute all of their work to a stranger who appeared like an angel and gave them this gift, only to disappear moments after they arrived, with an incredibly easy to use magic boot, I certainly would not realise the path I placed these humans on, galactic domination indeed, how do you fight against creatures who can advance their technology by millennia by giving it to themselves, how can you combat monsters who seem to know everything before it happens? Only I will know the truth, trapped in an endless paradox of my own stupid creation, 14 children, linking with their adult forms, creating a knowledge loop with my very blood as the channel. 
 
 I awaited the final cold. It never came, just the burning sensation of never ending fires of time, burning my eternal energy, seeing all of creation crumble and rebuild itself in moments, only to crumble again an instant later. I lay here dying. I always lay here dying. Please, stop the humans. 

