"Minion, where are my parents?" the six year old blue boy asked. He was slumped over and looking very small sitting on the cot in his cell. The water globe containing his best and only friend in the world was on the blanket next to him.
Warm brown eyes looked up at red-rimmed bright green ones, "What do you mean, Sir?"
The boy looked away, "I mean, I know they died in the black hole, but…"
"I'm sorry, Sir, you lost me." When the small child began to look upset, the fish realized there must be something that caused the question to come up, so he pressed his charge for an answer. "Why do you want to know about this?"
"Oh, um, we were talking about our ancestors at shool. The other kids said that their dead family members had gone to Heaven. Then it was my turn. I told them that my parents were in Heaven, too. They all laughed at me and said that my parents were evil just like me, so they didn't go to Heaven. Evil doesn't go to Heaven."
He had heard some of the guards talking about that place once. "Of course your parents are in Heaven, Sir." The boy had tears running down his face and the fish did the only thing he could, pressing his sphere as close to his leg as possible. He wished he had arms so he could give his friend a proper hug.
He sniffled and rubbed his nose on the back of his sleeve. "No, the others were adamant that my parents weren't in Heaven with their ancestors. So, where are they, Minion?"
Minion's brow furrowed as he struggled with the urge to come down on the child for believing anything the hypocrites at that school said, but again, that wouldn't help him, so he said, "I told you, Sir. They are in Heaven, but not the same Heaven as theirs. Our parents are in Eeeville Heaven."
"Ee-vil Heaven?" he asked with hope.
Minion smiled, "It's where our afterlife is, Sir; the people from our planet, Eeeville. Your parents are there, as are mine and all of our kind."
The blue child sat in silent contemplation for several long moments. The others had called him evil ever since they'd met him. Minion had just confirmed that he was Ee-vil. He didn't believe in coincidences, only destiny. His father had sent him here with a destiny. This planet defined his kind, the Ee-vil, as bad, so that must be his destiny. It was a simple equation. He simply had to embrace it. He smiled. He was sure his parents were looking down on him from Ee-vil Heaven with pride that he had figured out his destiny so soon. He didn't want to tell Minion, though, because he would try to talk him out of embracing his destiny. He settled for, "Thank you, Minion."