-he was whisked into a colourful void of nothingness. Or somethingness? I Dunno. But all he knew was that this place, as familiar as it was, was not a place he should be.
“There you are!”
With the umbrella still in his hand, Hezagpo whipped around to find a woman standing there with wide, open arms. “Who areyou?" She opened her eyes and looked down in surprise. “Oh! I must have forgotten; I’m your mother! Or at least a copy of her.“She replied, mumbling. “My... Mom...?A copy?“Hezago replied, a little shocked. “Yes, yes, I was created to meet you and pass on afewthings to you.” “Really?” Hezago asked, a little skeptical. “Mhm!” She replied, nodding. “C’mon, let me show you a few things.” She snatched the umbrella from his hands, opened it up, and took Hezago’s hand.
The world whirled, changed, and moulded itself into an unseen setting.
A funeral.
His mother’s funeral
Hezago I looked on in shock. How did this happen?Whydid this happen? But the imitation next to him still had the same bright smile on her face. “What... what is this?” Hezago asked, still shocked. “Your mother’s funeral The reason for her passing may surprise you.”
The scene changed once again to a hospital. He saw his mother struggling in the bed as she gave birth to him. He had always wanted to meet her, but definitely not like this. Before he could speak, his thoughts were interrupted by the imitation next to him, who apparently knew what he was thinking. “Your mother passed just before you were born. She didn’t even have time to name you. Your father took the liberty of doing that, and in my personal opinion, he didn’t name you well.”
Hezago was slightly offended. His name was just fine! And it was a unique one. A soft hmph could be heard from the kid next to the woman. “I’m just kidding,“, his mom said, chuckling. Then something seemed to snap into her. She tuned toward him, handed him her—now his—umbrella, and kneeled in front of him. She then handed him a pocket watch made of gold and diamonds, encasing it in his palm. “This was your father.” I entrust you with it. Keep it under the umbrella. It’ll be a surprise for you. And I now pass on to you my love, my hope, my presence, my enthusiasm, and much more. I’ll always love you. Now goodbye, my darling.”
And with that, Hezago found himself back in his vault.
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