My Responsibility

The room fell silent. Slyvia stared at the portal, then at Norgrim. Norgrim’s mouth fell open in shock—no, maybe in defeat. He looked so lost in that moment, but his eyes remained fixed to the portal.

“You bastard. You little bastard.” He faintly whispered.

The portal began to change. It turned from blue to a deeper shade of purple, tainted by the chaotic energy on Smiley’s boot.

“What’s the matter?” Sylvia said, but Norgrim was murmuring to himself.

“Blue, normal. Green, time reverse. Yellow, age reverse. Orange, locationless. Red, forward… purple… what the hell is purple. Blue and red?” Norgrim scratched his chin, rambling quietly to himself.

“Just wait outside, dear.” Evelynn said. Sylvia shrugged and left the room. She had experiments to finish and gather up.

Evelynn closed the door, “So? It’s purple?”