Fragmented Shadows (On Hold)

Fragmented Shadows

Prologue

The sound of the temblors echoed slowly through the dark hallow passagesof the crypt, steadily intensifying the quakes power on the tunnels. The quake continued to for about a minute or so, but as time passed, debris fell from the walls and coffins fell leaving a mess of bones and dust. When the  ground temblors finally subsided, an ebony black coffin fell to the ground and, as it smashed into pieces, it left the body of a young man exposed. He was around the age of 22, had dark brown hair and slightly tanned skin, although it can't be said with certainty do to the darkness that surrounds the crypt. He was dressed in some strange garments that could be described as if fashion of the now present time merged with that of the middle ages. As time passed, he continued to stay on the floor as if he was dead, until out of nowhere, a black and purple butterfly came flying and perched itself on the young man's lips. Moments later, just as if he was holding he breath for a long time, the man inhales desperately and opens his eyes, and in doing so the butterfly starts flying and perches on the man's head.

- "Where am I?"

Asks the young man to himself while being amazed by his surroundings, but then he just takes his hand to his head and shouts in pain. He felt an excruciating pain as if his head was being smashed to the wall a thousand times.

-"who am I? What is going on?"

He kept asking himself as if trying to remember who he was and what he was doing there, but his attempts where for nothing. However do to his shouting, the walls of the crypt began to shake again making dust fall. As he noticed that loud noises could provoke the hallway to fall on top of him, he decided to shut up, stand up, and look for a way out. He was about to walk into a very  bright corridor when suddenly the butterfly flew into his face, making him notice her for the first time.

-"What is a gentle thing doing in a place like this?"

Asked the man to the butterfly as if she could understand him.  However he kept  walking to the corridor and the butterfly flew into his face again,but just in time, because if he hadn't stopped to try to take the butterfly out of his face, he would had died impaled by some stakes that came out of the ground.

-"What the?!"

Said the young man as he noticed the stakes.

-"Where you trying to warn be about that?"

He said while turning to the butterfly, who now was flying into the dark corridor.

-<< If it wouldn't had been because of her, I would be dead. I think it's best I follow>>

He thought to himself while walking into the dark corridor, guided by the hope of the fragile butterfly.