Color Prompt

Prompt: Personify a color, name a place and an event: now mix together to create a story.

How often was it that one got to watch this? he mused. On a rooftop, nonetheless.

The mass of color shifted minutely inside its black shell, and Silver edged a little closer in anticipation. As it twitched again, he felt a rush of smug satisfaction that he, not Crimson or Lavender or, heaven forbid, Gold, got to see this first hand. Served them right for acting all snooty all the time.

The wind rocked the chrysalis, the swaying adding to the jerks of the butterfly wrestling its way out. Silver held his breath as the bottom end split, the crack widening with each push of the insect's spindly legs. Finally, the swallowtail climbed free and clung to the railing on which its chrysalis was attached, spreading its vibrant wings out to dry.

Silver let out a laugh, reveling in the birth of a new life. He really had to hand it to nature, being able to create something like that. Rearranging cellular configurations was one thing, but such magnificent results were truly something to be cherished.

"Hey, guys, the butterfly we put here hatched!" Silver groaned, his buzz killed by the annoyingly peppy voice coming from behind him. This had to be a cosmic joke. Of all people. Of all the colors. Of all chances in the universe. Gold. He was never going to live this down. Chances were, Gold was going to just blurt out that he'd been watching a butterfly hatch and ruin his reputation forever and he'd be known as the dork who watched a bug. Maybe Gold wouldn't notice him and he'd be able to-

"Oh, Silver, you're here too? I didn't see you there!"

Silver hung his head in defeat.

Silver: 0. The Universe: 1.

-Sophia