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Vega walked up the stairs, his cheeks red and swollen from crying.

"I'll make sure he has learned his lesson," Vega thought, an angry expression spread across his face, "Oh, he'll learn…"

He slowly stepped through the doorway leading into his room. He walked to his closet. He grabbed a hold of the doorknob, twisted, and pulled. The opened door exposed the many elegant pieces of clothing he possesed. He glanced at the closet floor, and spotted a black chest crammed in the corner. He took a small silver key out of his pocket, and with it, opened the chest. He chuckled as he spotted what was inside.

"Keep this with you at all times." he recalled his mother saying as she gave him a shiny key on his eleventh birthday, "There is a chest in your closet. Open it when the time is right. Your father was going to give it to you a year ago. But, you know…"

"Yes, mother." he remembered responding to her.

"Aww. You're a sweet little boy, Vega." she said as she embraced him in a hug.

In the box, Vega saw, was a white mask, with an upside-down purple "L" shape on the left side below the eye. Vega picked it up to examine it, and almost didn't see the small piece of paper that fell out from behind it. He set the mask on the floor beside him, and picked up the paper to get a better look. A letter.

'Dear Vega,

I fear my time in this world is limited, and I thought it would be a good time to tell you a little about my past. I was a matador, quite possibly one of the best in bullfighting history. According to my peers, anyway. Inside this chest, you will find my mask, a gift to you from me, that will insure the glory of the la Cerdas shall live on for all time. I'm sure you'll make a fine bullfighter one day!

Love, Father

P.S., Look in the bottom of the chest. There is padding, and under that, a secret compartment with an even greater present.'

Vega dropped the letter and did what his real father told him to do. Vega gasped in awe as he stared at the mother of all inheritances. His father was right. A three pronged claw plated with sterling silver and solid gold glistened in the sunlight that shone through his bedroom window. Suddenly Vega knew what he must do…