The Name Giver

The alien stood alone amongst the tall basalt columns.

Of course, she normally didn’t think of herself as “the alien”. Any more than a human would think of themself as “the human”.

She had a name, but it was not her own. It was one she had borrowed, just to get through daily interactions.

That is why she waited alone amongst the tall basalt columns.

She waited for the one to come who would give her a name that was rightly her own.

The eldermongers had told her that the Great Name Giver could appear in any shape or form. She understood.

And she waited.

And she watched.

The seconds became minutes became half hours became full hours became long, warm days became long cold years.

And she waited.

And she watched.

Birds flew overhead.

Insects buzzed about.

Boats sailed in the water below.

The Name Giver was none of them.

And she waited.

And she watched.

She considered giving up. Yet, still she stayed.

Faithfully.

Stubbornly.

After waiting for so long, she would not give up now.

Finally.

A small crystallized leaf fell from the sky.

It was one.

One of many that fell that day.

They fell only there. Right there in front of her. They swirled and banded together to form a shape similar to her own.

“Are you the Name Giver that I have awaited?”

“Yes.” Its voice was the music of Tibetan singing bowls.

“Then, please. I have waited so long, so patiently. Speak and tell me. What is my name?”

“It is the name that you have earned: Sabira Anbidian. Because you waited.”

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