Amumu the sad mummy.

Amumu is a melancholy and lonely soul of ancient Shurima who roams the world in search of a friend. Cursed by an old spell, he is condemned to remain alone forever, because his touch is death and his love, the perdition. Those who claim to have seen it, describe it as a living corpse, short in stature and covered in lichen-colored shrouds. Amumu has inspired myths, folklore and legends that have been told over and over again for generations, so much so that it is impossible to separate reality from fiction.

The suffering town of Shurima coincides in some things: the breeze always blows from the west in the morning; having the gut full in the new moon is bad omen; the buried treasures are always under the heaviest rocks. In what they do not agree, on the other hand, it is in Amumu's history.

One of the most frequent versions links it to the first great family of rulers of Shurima, who succumbed to a disease that corrupted the flesh with frightful rapidity. The youngest of his sons, Amumu, was locked in his quarters for the quarantine, and there he became friends with a young maid who heard his cry from the other side of the walls. The girl brought her news about the court and told her stories about her grandmother's magical powers.

One morning he told him that his last surviving brother had died, so he had become the new emperor of Shurima. Distressed by the loneliness of the child in those circumstances, the girl opened the door and came running to comfort him face to face. Amumu put her arms around her, but the moment they touched each other, she realized that he had condemned her to the same atrocious fate that her family suffered.

After the death of the girl, her grandmother threw a terrible curse at the young emperor. For her, it was the same as if Amumu had murdered her relative with her own hands. Once the curse took effect, Amumu was caught in that moment of suffering, like a lobster in mellow amber.

There is another version that talks about a different heir prince, prone to attacks of petulance, cruelty and homicidal vanity. In this version, Amumu is crowned Emperor of Shurima at a very early age and, convinced of being blessed by the sun, forces his subjects to venerate him as a god.

The young emperor coveted the fabulous Eye of Angor, an ancient relic buried in a golden crypt that, it was said, gave eternal life to whoever could contemplate it without shrinking his heart. He sought it for years with a host of slaves, who transported it through labyrinthine catacombs and let themselves be killed in their traps so that the emperor could continue his search. Finally, Amumu arrived at a cyclopean golden arch, in whose sealed door he put to work dozens of masons.

Seeing that the young emperor was running into the tomb, determined to find the Eye of Angor, his slaves took advantage to seal the stone door behind him. Some say that the boy spent years in the dark and that, driven to madness by loneliness, had to cover himself from head to toe with bandages to protect his skin from his own scratches. The power of the Eye prolonged his life, and he could devote himself to reflect on his past transgressions, but this gift was a double-edged sword, since Amumu was condemned to always remain alone.

After a series of devastating earthquakes destroyed the foundations of his tomb, the emperor escaped, not knowing how much time had passed, but determined to mend the evil he had done in life.

Another version portrays him as the first and only yordle ruler of Shurima, who was convinced of the innate goodness of the human heart. To prove to his detractors that they were wrong, he made a vow of poverty until he found a real friend, sure that his people would come quickly to help a compatriot.

However, even though thousands of Shurimans passed by the tattered yordle, not a single one stood up to offer his help. Amumu's sadness was increasing until, one day, he died with a broken heart. But his death was not the end, because some say that the yordle still roams the desert, in his eternal search for someone who can restore faith in humanity.

Despite all their differences, these stories have a series of parallels. Regardless of the circumstances, Amumu is always condemned to exist in a state of emptiness, eternally alone and without friends. Condemned to seek a partner for all eternity, his presence is cursed and his contact causes death. In the long winter nights, when the fires are not allowed to go out, sometimes it is possible to hear the mourning of the Sad Mummy in the desert, desperate for the lack of solace of friendship.

Whatever Amumu needs -expiration, friendship or a simple act of kindness-, he has