Face your daylight horrors!

defira85:

Very creative title that one… but I hope it will be forgiven, for it made sense in the context of the story. I’ve always been fascinated in the idea of names holding power, and being so much more than just a title that we wear. A name tells us so much about a person, and comes with preset expectations and stereotypes. Imagine getting to choose your own name, already aware of the world and the way the world will respond to you based on your choice… it would be interesting, to say the least. 

The Alphabet of great Justice continues here and here. 

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J is for Justice

When they pressed him for a name, it was somewhat of a revelation. He’d never had a name before, never even considered needing one and it confused him that his existence should necessitate a title. He was, and he did, and had so for some time without ever needing a name to justify himself, so why did he need one now?

Yet the Grey Warden insisted- and she herself was confusing, for she had so many names herself. Which was the most accurate? She called herself a Grey Warden, and insisted that he call her Elissa. But the others who accompanied her instead called her Commander, or Cousland, or Boss. And, as he was to find out in the weeks to come, that wasn’t even the extent of it- others still called her Arlessa, or Lady, or Messere, or Tempestuous Bitch. He learned quickly that the last was not to be repeated, not under any circumstances, and was usually voiced only by those marked for death.

He did not wish to be marked for death, and so he refrained from using that one.

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Justice, oh Justice. And Defira, oh Defira - if I hug the screen, will it be like hugging you and Justice both? And perhaps your amazingly written Warden as well? My screen. I am going to hug my screen now. With all of you in it.