-he was whisked into a colourful void of nothingness. Or somethingness? Who knows, but all he knew was that this place was not a place he should not necessarily be.
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"There you are, took you long enough."
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With the umbrella still in his hand, flickering between his wand and itself due to hezago’s concern, Hezago whipped around to find a woman standing there, arms crossed in front of her chest. "Who are you?" She opened her eyes and looked down in surprise.
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"Hm. You must have forgotten; I'm your mother. Or at least a copy of her…'' She replied, mumbling.
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"My... mother...? A copy?" Hezago replied, a little shocked.
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"Yes, yes, I was created to meet you and pass on some… things to you."
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"Really?" Hezago asked, a little sceptical.
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"Yes, of course." She replied, nodding. "Come on, 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 a different setting.
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A funeral.
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His mother's funeral
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Hezago looked on, at a standstill. How did this happen? Why did this happen? But the imitation next to him still had the same bright, but now oblivious, smile on her face. "What... what is this?" Hezago asked, frozen in place.
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"Your mother's funeral. The reason for her passing may surprise you."
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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.
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"Your mother passed away 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, wasn't a good idea."
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Hezago was slightly offended. His name was just fine, and unique at that. 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 in her. She turned 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’s. I entrust you with it. 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."
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And with that, Hezago found himself back in his vault.
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