The Crow & The Butterfly
Prologue
Huff. Huff. A scene of children playing in a field flickered an spun before her eyes. The heat, the burning painful heat continued to grow hotter. The scene flickered again before her eyes. So dizzy…
Thud. "Robin!" A stampede of feet thundered around her, sending violent vibrations throughout her body. Their voices slipped away to a jumbled murmur. The noise hurt. The noise burned. No, it should burn. The noise should be burned from existence.
But noise was noise, not an object to be burned.
A cool towel had been laid on her forehead. The heat died away. Memories pushed their way into her mind; a cool towel, a silent room, someone was there watching her, protecting her.
Now no one was there. She was alone.
The heat returned. Twisting, spinning, heat shouldn't feel like this but it did. And it hurt so bad. No one was there, someone should be there, someone should be burned.
Hallways and rooms tilted and flickered before her eyes. Soon she was out in the darkness and the darkness consumed her. Huff. Huff. Huff.
"La la la." A sound rang through her head. A little boy crawled on the grass behind her. His blonde hair sparkled in the starlight. His blue eyes shown in the moon. "La la la."
The sound of the little boy's song made the burning grow. It grew and grew an grew until it became too painful to bear. Huff. Huff. Huff.
"Pretty robin birdy, sister robin, la la la." He sung as she feel to the ground, clutching her head. "The crow will hunt you here, la la la. The crow will hunt you here, la la la. Hunt for me my dear." The boy sung to a strange tune. A burning tune
And a butterfly flew by, in the wrong place at the wrong time, as flames consumed his wings.