The Ruins

The Ruins is a story about a man awaking not knowing who he was or why he was there as he progresses down the mysterous place.

Where is he? Heaven? Hell? Earth?

The Story
Water Dripped on my forehead. I sat up looking up at the overcast sky, not much light could get through the dark grey clouds.

I climbed to my feet seeing nothing around me just the dead soil with cracks in it and some small patches of dead grass, the green was faded away leaving behind the dull brownish tone.

The wind and rain mixed into soft melody before the rumbling of the clouds worked up then the mighty crash of thunder echoed its wrath over the planet. A bolt of lightning flashed before me hitting the ground just missing my feet.

I jumped back noticing the clouds spun round above me like I was in the eye of the storm.

What was going?

I have no idea without even thinking twice I ran aimlessly until I was out of breath, my feet gave up, my heart racing as the pain of the stitch filled my chest. I pressed my hands on my knees, coughing violently I breathed in the sweetness of the air then I started to hear the hammering.

When I looked up I saw I was standing by some gates, they had rusted from age once a pinnacle of greatness now shadow of its former self. A stand where a man once stood with a book ticking the names that walked through them was left next to it. The gates looked bent like something big barraged through them bending the metal outwards. Soon I walked through them it felt like I was trespassing on someone’s grave. I looked to my side to see a mirror and the chilling thought filled my mind.

Who was I?

A man stood in the mirror, he was in his early twenties his hair was black yet the blue in his eyes shone through with the colour being brought out by the blue nylon jumpsuit that matched his blue converse.

Was that Me?

Why was I there?

As I continued to walk I saw I was now in the streets at first they looked all modern before they started to change Victorian, Stuarts, Tudors, medieval, dark ages and many more before it ended with the ancient Greeks.

A temple stood out in the open the streets I walked down was only one of many that linked to the centre. A huge beam of white light shone bright fighting through the clouds. Around me I saw stone statues of people bowing and worshipping it, some looked like they was begging to be saved. When another gust of wind blew it wasn’t just the roar but I heard the chanting of different languages.

Where was I?

What happened here?

Why was I here?

I walked closer to the light…

 