They landed from the sky, at the center of town. A beetle almost caught Larson’s foot when the portal closed.
“Is everybody alright?” Edwin asked, his size reduced to a teacup.
Nyatalia got up like she was rising from her grave. “We… we’re alive!”
“I thought I we would not make it.” Merlize nervously chuckled.
Larson hugged himself, rocking back and forth. “Th-they are all gone. It’s… it’s all my fault…” The words circulated in his mouth.
“Larson?” A slender hand tapped on his quaking shoulder.
He jumped from her touch. His black eyes looked mad. “Don’t touch me!”
“It’s me, Merlize,” she whispered. “Is something wrong?”
“Ah! Apologies.” He turned on his back. “Can you give me some time?”
“Sure.” She walked away from him, swinging her arms.
Nyatalia arched over him. “Hey, what’s that in your hand?”
Like a child hiding something from his best friend, his hands reflexively clutched the golden mirror toward his chest.