Ekko

It had been a day as long as a week. For Ekko, both metaphorically and literally. It all went wrong and it took her forever to put things back where he was. For starters, Ajuna nearly died trying to climb the Ancient Hunger. The young man was so desperate to be like Ekko that he climbed up the clock tower in the center of the sinkhole before anyone could stop him. It was the first tricky jump that almost killed the boy. Good thing Ekko had activated his Z-Resonance Eighteen times he had to hear the piercing scream of the boy plummeting to his death before he figured out how and where to arrest the fall and save his life. Later, while searching for technology in a junkyard linked to the Ferro clan, he was surrounded by an especially aggressive band of vigilnauts. They were huge and covered in enhancements that made the ugly hideous. Ekko was surprised at his speed, but not so surprised that they were shooting to kill. The piltis and his reinforcements don't care about the lives of sump marauders like him. Lucky that his Z-Resonance existed to get him out of seemingly inevitable encounters like that. After a dozen backtracks, he changed tack and pulled out his latest toy: the Lucegravitator. It was supposed to burst into blinding light and pull anything not attached to its center. But the Lightgravitator didn't work. Well, at least not as he expected. Exploded. And that's when things got interesting. Unlike most of Ekko's experiments that had gone off, the bluish magical detonation stopped mid-explosion. Columns of blue nebulous energy scattered from the epicenter. Chunks of the disk shrapnel spun slowly in a trajectory that, if it had a normal blast velocity, would have been deadly. Even the spherical blinding flash was immobilized in space. And then everything became even more interesting. The explosion imploded and reverted to the tiny Gravlight, receding back toward Ekko and stopping in his hand, cold as the wind. Cool, Ekko thought. He rewound the moment so he could throw it at the watchnauts several more times. For scientific purposes, of course. When Ekko finally got home, his body was exhausted, but his mind was awake. The apartment was functional: sparsely furnished and unobtrusive. Ekko's room was a little corner separated by a curtain and filled with discarded books, remnants of salvaged technology, and hiding places for the Z-Resonance and the Lucegravitator. Today was one of those rare days when his parents would be home early, and he had something to tell them. ''Mom, Dad,'' he practiced looking at his reflection, which stared back at him from the shiny cylindrical surface of the Z-Resonance. ''I'm not applying to any of those high-class clans or arrogant schools pilti. I will stay here with you and my friends. I will never turn my back on Zaun.'' The words were brimming with the confidence that came from being alone in an empty apartment, where the only people who could answer him were his reflection and the walls. And that answer was silence. He heard the jingle of keys, muffled by the front door. Without wasting a second, Ekko tucked his Z Resonance under the table and covered it with a black cloth. He didn't want them to worry about his escapades with an unstable hextech device that manipulated time. The door opened and Ekko's parents came back for the first time that night. They seemed strangers in the eyes of her own son; since she had last seen them together a few weeks ago, her work had aged them even more. Her routine was predictable. They would come home exhausted, bring a meager meal bought with the day's wages, and save the rest of the money for taxes and bribes. They would then fall asleep in the chair, chin resting on their chest, until Ekko removed their boots and helped them into bed. The bags under their eyes were heavy enough to keep their heads down. Her mother had under her arm a small package wrapped in paper, tied with string at the ends. "Hello, my little genius," his mother said, expending energy she couldn't afford trying to articulate these words. However, her expression when she saw her son sitting at the table, waiting for them, was something she couldn't fake. -Hi Mom. Hi, dad - it's been a long time since they sat down at the family table. He silently reproached himself for not having said anything significant. His father radiated pride. He then made a mocking gesture as he ran his fingers over his son's crest. Ekko couldn't remember a time when her father hadn't looked so old, before the thinning hair and deep wrinkles on his forehead. "I told you to cut your hair," her father said. It will make you too conspicuous in the Piltover academies. Factorywood is the only place you can go like this. They accept anyone. And you are not just anyone. How are the applications going? The time had come. Ekko felt the words he had practiced struggling to get out of his throat. The hope in his father's eyes stopped him. His mother filled that moment of silence before Ekko. "We have something for you," he said, placing the brown package on the table. They leaned against the table to watch closely as Ekko took the package and untied the string, straightening the two strings and placing them next to him. She unwrapped the paper without tearing it. In the center was a small piece of sponge cake, the crust coated with honey and candied walnuts. The cake was Elline's. She made the best sweets in all of Zaun, and she charged good money for them. Ekko and his friends used to steal their desserts from the rich people who paid, without even blinking an eye, that exorbitant price. Ekko raised his head quickly to see his parents' reaction. Her eyes shone with happiness. "This is too much," he said. We need meat and real food, not sweets. "We would never forget your birthday," her father replied with a laugh. Although it seems that you do. Ekko had lost track of time and didn't know what day it really was. Still, the gift was excessive. Especially since he was about to shatter his hopes. Guilt clogged her throat. "The landlord will be pissed off if we're late with the rent again." "Let us take care of that." "You deserve something good," her mother said. Come on, it's okay to have cake for dinner once a year. "What are you going to have for dinner?" "I'm not hungry," she replied. "I ate at work," his father lied. He cheese and some Piltover meat. Quality food. They watched as Ekko tasted a piece of the cake. It was sweet and fluffy and the crumbs stuck to her fingers. It was delicious; the taste lingered in his mouth. Ekko went to divide the cake into three pieces, but her mother shook her head. Her soft voice sang the jaunty happy birthday tune and he knew they wouldn't eat the cake. His parents had given it to him. His father would have joined in the song if he hadn't already fallen asleep, slumped back in his chair with his chin on his chest. Ekko looked at her mother: her eyes narrowed as her sleep invaded her. Ekko briefly considered a future living in Factorywood on a barely surviving salary for the benefit of another city, the glory of others. He couldn't bear the thought. He recalled snippets of conversations he had overheard throughout his childhood, his parents' whispered dreams of inventions and clan membership. Ideas in which they placed their hopes of changing the world and contributing to a future unwritten by the birth of his son. Ekko knew that they saw him as his only hope. But he loved life in Zaun. If he did what his parents wanted, who would take care of them and his friends? He couldn't ruin her dreams. Not that night, on his birthday. Maybe tomorrow. Ekko didn't continue eating after the first bite. Instead, he prepared the Z-Resonance of him, his home broke up in turbulent eddies of colored dust. The daily bustle was plunged into absolute silence. The moment fragmented and surrounded him in a vortex of light. As the fragments of the future came together to form the past, Ekko's parents would arrive a second time that night. Followed by a third, a fourth, a fifth, a sixth, and many other times. Each time he came back, Ekko didn't change a single thing: the light in his mother's eyes, his father's proud smile as he fell asleep. But Ekko fought sleep to hold on to those stolen moments forever, until, at last, he let the soft voice of his mother and the warmth of his small apartment lull him into a deep sleep. It had been a day as long as a week.

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