We had split up and had not seen each other in hours, but than I thought I heard something. I listened again, this time a little more closely. "Hello? I- Is anyone there?" said the real, but far away voice, "I'm lost and I don't want to die out here!" I came a bit closer and saw that it was a human girl. She saw me and immediately noticed what I was. She threw a sharp, shiny object at me. I snatched it out of the air, which caused a small amount of blood to come out of my palm. "Why did you harm me, you human child?" I said in a faint voice. "You want to kill me, do you not, flower girl?" She asked, nervously. "Why should I?" I asked, "I have no reason to."
"Okay then, what do you want with me?"
"I don't need anything from you except for just a little bit of your trust," I replied. "No!" she said without even hesitating, "do you think I'm really going to come with you to your person slaughterhouse?!" "What does that mean?" I asked, "why do you need to be so stubborn about my help? I am taking you to your mother because she asked me to."
"Ha! Do you really expect me to buy that story?That's precisely what my mom told me not to believe that if I was going to believe anything!" She screamed. "All right then, I'll just leave you here to be devoured by the night-wolves." I replied, matter-of-factly. "Okay, fine, if I would die otherwise," she reluctantly replied, "but anyway, who are you?"
"Hmm?"
"You know, what's your name?" she asked. I hesitated for a bit then replied, "I don't really have one, do I need one?" She looked shocked, "do you need one?! Of course you need one!" "Oh, okay then, what should it be?" I asked, "you should choose it, the name thing was your idea after all." "Well, let me see your face for real, I need to know your face to help you decide on a name," she said as I came out into the moonlight, "well, that design wasn't always there so it couldn't be your name. Wait, you are very caring so that could be an aspect of this process. Are you guys technically alive?"
"No, my original life was literally taken out of me."
"Good then, then my idea might work. How do you like Loving Death as a name? Maybe we could use... Leah for for a nickname," she suggested. "Okay, that works for me, but what's your name?" I asked. "Oh, well, I liked it when you called me human child, it made me feel like a perfect specimen of humanity," she answered, "but it won't work as what you call me for as long as we kno-" "How about your real name?" I interrupted. "Okay, whatever, that's fine with me, it's Rachel." Rachel and I walked into the deep forest and searched for her mother.
