“Why are you here?”
“To receive a new name, and maybe a new life.”
“I called your name seven times outside, and you did not come out.”
“You called my old name, from the life I wish to leave behind. I am waiting to hear my new name called seven times, and then I will leave.”
“It is good you did not come out. For I am Death and I have come to devour [Old Name]. But he did not come out, so I came in.”
“And what did you find when you came in?”
“I found a man with no name.”
“And what will you do with him?”
“I will name him, and make him mine.”
“And what will he do once you have named him and made him yours?”
“He will live up to his name, and once he has done so, I will devour him.”
“Name him well.”
#story fragment #I’m not in this story #I’m only the narrator