In a minimum of 200 words, write about your first name—why you were given it, what associations or stories are attached to it, what you think or know it means. Do you think your name fits you? Do the same for your last name. Given the chance, what name would you give yourself?
If you are not sure, invent a history for your name (both first and last).
My name is Justin, and I guess there is a little significance in my name. I was born in June of 1995 and back then my mom didn’t know anybody by the name of Justin and she didn’t want to give me a common name like bob or mike. So she thought Justin was a pretty good name and my dad agreed. I think that my name fits me pretty good, although back when I was younger around elementary school I didn’t like it for some reason. There is also a good story about my last name. Everybody in my family back in my grandparent’s day and before that went by the last name Selvagio, a pretty normal Italian last name, but for some reason my grandpa wanted to change it to Selvereo. So everyone in my family changed their last name to Selvereo and it has been that way ever since. I like my last name and always have, even though whenever I tell someone my last name they can never spell it, I always have to spell it out for them. If I had the chance to change my first and last name, I would keep it exactly the way it is because it find my name unique.
ReplyDeleteMy name is Ahmed. My name was giving to me by my aunt she named me Ahmed on the 20th of September 1995. My parents didn’t know what they wore going to name me because they didn’t know what I was because when I was in my mom stomach I was not looking forward I, my back was facing her back so they didn’t know what sex I was. The day I was born I was only with my mother, grandmother, and my aunt. My aunt named me Ahmed because her husband was named Ahmed and everyone said I looked like my uncle that was named Ahmed.The meaning of my name is highly praised or one who constantly thanks God. The name that I was named is a name that is popular because my religion prophet was named Muhammad and there were a lot of names to call him. That’s the meaning of my name. My last name on the other hand is not just one its 3 last names. My last name that everyone knows me by is Saad. My last name is a popular name in the Arabic region. Everyone that is Arabic and lives in the Middle East has a name Saad in their names. The last name Saad goes back to way back in history. The second last name that I’m well known in my country is Suleiman . The meaning of my second last name is “peace”, this was giving to my grandfather because my grandfather was a peaceful man who didn’t like violence and a man who loved everyone and didn’t have any enemies. The third name that was giving to my family and the most is used by our family is khalifha. Khalifha is an Arabic word for leader. The name was also giving to my grandfather because he was the mayor of the town that we lived in. He was a well-known man that was loved by everyone and he was chosen to be the mayor of the town I lived in back in Palestine. This is where I got my name and my last names. =’)
ReplyDeleteHello, my name is gelviz Johan melgar when I was born my mother told me that she was going to give me my father’s name she has always liked it especially because it is a weird and unique awkward name. So I am a Jr. I do think my name fits me because no one else has a name like mines especially that I act just like my father in some ways so it does fit me like father like son. My last name melgar is much unknown as well it originated from France in a place called Languedoc. There were many settlers with the last name melgar came to the u.s in the 19th century. My dad got his last name from my grandfather which got it from his grandfather so I have a trace of family members that have the last name melgar. My dad told me that in the place that we live in Honduras called Puerto Cortes is were settlers use to come from Europe and etc. so maybe or maybe not a French settler came and build a family here in Puerto Cortés which grew and grew and eventually I came in the picture. swag
ReplyDeleteMy first name came from my parents. My father thought that he should keep up with the initials. My father his name is Luis Alonso Chaves Sr. my brother’s name is Luis Alonso Chavez Jr. which my father named him. My father wanted to keep up with the initials LAC so he picked my name Lisa. He always liked the name Lisa. He went with a Spanish middle name which was Andréa. My mother wanted to name me Karen or Catherine. I think that Lisa does fit my name. Lisa is short and simple but carries a background. Lisa is short and I don’t like getting into drama which brings in the simple. Even though I don’t like drama I don’t like people to cause a big problem over anything. Lisa also means “God’s promise.” The promise part fits me well because I know how to keep promises. I like Chavez because it’s a Spanish name and I’ve been honored that I can carry out my family’s last name. When I was young I could call my last name by llaves. Llaves means keys in Spanish so I always would laugh about it when my parents corrected me. If I had the chance to name myself I would call myself Juliana. I’ve always loved the name Juliana and I think the type of person I am would fit the part.
ReplyDeleteMy first name is Audrey and was given to me for a reason. My dad named me and I can’t give a full description of why. I’m not all that sure. I was told many times, but never remembered. But what I do remember is that my name means “noble.” I’m not named after Audrey Hepburn, but I rather enjoy her movies. I can’t fully describe why I’m named Audrey, but that was not my parents’ go-to name. I was going to be named Zoey for a little while. That was my name chosen, but there was a drawback to that. What if I was born with red hair and lots of freckles? I would be named Zoey and be like the Zoey from Sesame Street. So for a while that was my name, but that then changed. When I was finally born, my parents had no name chosen for their first born child. For the first week of my life, I had no name. The doctors said we couldn’t leave without being named. After days of not knowing, my dad finally decided “Audrey” and BOOM, I was named. I think my name fits me and my personality. I’m awesome, and my name is awesome; a win-win scenario right there so of course my name fits me.
ReplyDeleteMy last name is Mongeau, and that is French. My uncle traced the history of our last name, and he traced back to the 1500s. Mongeau was originally spelled with a J. It got changed from the J to a G because my dad’s great grandparents from way back when smuggled wine and that was illegal. My mom’s great grandparents help my dad’s grandparents with the smuggling to believe it or not. So they wouldn’t get caught, my dad’s grandparents changed their name Monjeau, to Mongeau. I find that to be an interesting family history about our name.
My first name was given to me by my aunt because my parents really weren’t prepared with giving me a name. My aunt said that Jasmin was from the bible and that it meant a Princess or a flower girl. Jasmin was actually supposed to be my aunts’ future daughters name but since she didn’t have any yet, she gave my dad the name. I don’t know about the whole bible thing that was just something my aunt said but I do know that it is a beautiful flower. I think my name does fit me because I am my father’s princess at times. My last name Huerta means a lot to us and, we, especially my grandfather is very strict with keeping the Huerta reputation at its highest. He makes sure no one soils our last name. They say that anyone that has the last name “Huerta” is a respectable person with good morals and is close family oriented. Huertas are full of life and are excellent cooks which is true because the woman in my family can cook up a nice meal. Our last name isn’t very common to other people but they just might know the meaning of it. Huerta means an orchard or a garden.
ReplyDeleteMy name is Kerry Elizabeth Johnson. I got my first name because of the county of Kerry in Ireland. My dad is very Irish and having a nice Irish name for his daughter was exactly what he wanted. My dad also had a friend named Kerry when he was growing up and so he always liked the name. Kerry means “dark haired beauty” in some places and in other places it means “dark princess”. It is a popular name in the United States, Ireland and even Scotland. I think my name does suit me because, I am Irish and Scottish. Another reason it suits me is because I have brown dark colored hair, brown. My middle name, Elizabeth, was given to me by my parents because they thought Kerry Elizabeth went well with one another. Elizabeth means “to be truthful and intelligent”. In my opinion I am very truthful, I do not know about intelligent (haha), but I do know that I am very truthful. My last name is Johnson, I really had no choice in getting that name, but it is a very common name, nearly second most popular last name in the world. Johnson means “son of John”. There is nothing really so special about the last name Johnson because it is such a common surname.
ReplyDeleteMy first name is a rare name in the U.S. it’s not spell the same as other that sound the alike many people confuse it with and “H” than a “J”. My name was given by my mother and it was given to me late into my 2nd going to 3rd birthday, due to the absence of my father at my birth and including the separation of my real father and my mom which happen when I was about to turn 2. During this time the name I was being call was “Manuel” which is my father’s name I grew up hearing that name so I got use to it around age two my mom decided to give me a name and she gave me “Jenry”, She got my name due to her thinking that I was going to be a baby girl and was going to name me “Jennifer”. I never realize how different my name was and how no one else had the same exact letters as mine until I searched it, my name has a few meanings but they are hard to find since it’s so rare its always meaning of the closes name to it which is “Henry” , the meaning of my name stand for a desire of accomplishment and a calm and clever nature and to me I think its true.
ReplyDeleteWhen your name is Mark it sounds pretty plain when you first hear it. But when you look deeper into it, it has in-depth connotation that not everyone has. The name Mark has a rich history in the most sacred of places: The Bible. Of course many people’s names can be traced back to the bible but not with as strong of a tie as this name. He wrote a quarter of the bible and that is what makes this name so special and it is also the same reason why I am named Mark.
ReplyDeleteHe helped distinguish ourselves from other faiths by showing us how to be disciples. He also taught us how to properly worship in the way that each of us saw fit, through the writings in the bible. He told us that the only way to properly worship is through our own suffering and service for God.
I was also named Mark after my grandfather Mario. It is not directly translated that way from Italian to English but it is the best my parents could think of instead of just naming me Mario. So in the end I was named after the man that partially wrote the bible and my grandfather as well.
I always thought my name was nothing special. Michelle is a really common name. There are at least 4 in my school including my teacher. I asked my mom one day why she named me Michelle. She responded by rolling her eyes and saying:
ReplyDelete“Michelle, I didn’t name you. Your dad did.”
I was shocked in hearing this. She sounded almost mad when she told me that my dad named me.
“Oh, well why did he name me? Did you want to name me something else?”
“I wanted to call you Isabella or Sofia.”
“Oh well why did dad name me Michelle?”
“Okay, don’t make fun of your father for this Michelle. He named you Michelle because……He loved Full House so he named you after Michelle from Full House.”
I started laughing hysterically. I couldn’t believe my dad named me after a character in a popular 90’s show. I found this whole thing hysterical and pretty interesting. So I started liking my name after all. I have very fair skin so I don’t think a Hispanic name would have suited me anyway, according to my mom.
Garcia is my last name. I like it because it’s different from my family’s last name. I kept my dad’s last name after he left my mom and I. My moms last name is Morales. She wanted to change my last name to that but I said I wanted to keep it.
My first name came from my great Grandmother, Grace from Italy. I was given my first name because it was the name of a family member who had died, which is a part of my religion. If I had been born a boy, my name would have been Max. This is because Max has the same first innitial of my grandfather, Michael who died before I was born. This particular name is supposed to mean gentle or kind. It represents beauty, love and caring. Along with Grace, I was given the hebrew name, Chana, which I believe has the same meaning. I was given my middle name Ann, after my aunt’s middle name. When put together with my first name, it has the ugliest sound. My last name, Amodeo, has a sort of connection to Grace. It is latin for “I love God.
ReplyDeleteFor the most part, this beautiful and somewhat goddly name I was born with doesn’t really match my personality. When people hear the name Grace, they most likely expect a kind, loving and caring personality. This is what I used to want people to see in me. On the outside, I may seem to have a kind, quiet and graceful exterior. Deep down though, I have a wicked dark side. that can be seen with my sence of humor. The name Grace, doesn’t at all fit the side of me that I want people to see. If I had the chance to change my name, I would change it to Lola. In my opinion, that name sounds more out there, not exactly beautiful or quiet sounding. To me, Lola sounds more loud, wild and crazy, which is the exact discription of my thoughts.
My name doesn’t really have a wonderful history. Through my first few months of being in my mother’s stomach my name was changed quite a few times. I was first named Emani by my father so that he could repeat his name, Damani, in a female version. In only a matter of minutes my mother declined that name and decided that I would be better with the name Saphiyah Diamond. Instead of a simple reaction my dad went full out with saying that he didn’t want his daughter with a stripper name. A few months later everyone was convinced I was a boy so I was going to named Mikael, which means ‘Who is like God?’ . No one could completely make up what I was going to be so my named jumped back and forth between Mikael and Mikaela. On the day that I was born neither name was used instead I came out Totiana Janeé Joye-Goodson. Totiana was the name of a girl my mother went to school with and it was even better in my mom’s eyes since it means fairy queen (-__-) . Janeé was a mixture of my grandmother’s, Jeanette, and my aunt’s name, Reneé. Joye is my mom’s last name and Goodson is my dad’s I like both. If I could rename myself I’m not completely sure if I would. I mostly okay with my name I feel that it suits me and my personality. I’m bubbly like a fairy queen so it does fit. My name is perfect for me and I wouldn't want to ever change it.
ReplyDeleteAn interesting story, Fairy Queen.
DeleteMy mom named me after my grandpa. His name was Samuel but we called him Da, he would write his own songs, and played the guitar. I never met my grandpa but my mom said that he and I have the same personalities. He was really outgoing, and loved to sing. He always wanted to try something different. After all the stories my mom told me he seemed like a tuff guy to communicate with. I honestly think Samantha fits me. If I had to get another name I think my personality would be different. My last name comes from my dad side of the family. I like my last name a lot, it most definitely fits me. If I had a different first name than I don’t think my name would sound right, unless it was a Spanish name but, it just won’t have the same meaning to it. There is no story to my last name only my first. There is a story to my middle name Delmy, I got that from my grandma on my dad side of the family. My parents both wanted to have their parents name in my name. I like my name because it has meaning to it, my brother’s names don’t, and my mom picked an easy name to say. I wouldn’t change my name for anything.
ReplyDeleteMy full name is Erin Marquis. I got my first name because my dad is super Irish so he wanted to name me something super Irish. I guess Erin was a pretty good choice then. Erin is an Americanized version of the Irish name for Ireland. You know like, “Erin go bragh”. My name suits me fine I guess, there’s nothing that I would change it to. Although people always tell me I look like a Kelly which is funny because my dad actually wanted to name me “Keleigh”. I do not have a middle name. Shocking, I know. My mom just didn’t think that I needed one because she doesn’t have one either. I’m cool with that, though, it’s less for me to write. My last name is actually kind of a funny story. When my dad’s grandfather came to America from Poland as kid he brought his crazy Polish family name with him. It’s impossible to spell and has about a hundred letters that don’t actually need to be there. So, when my great-grandfather was getting married the priest was not feeling it. He didn’t want to write out that crazy name on the marriage certificate, so he told him that if he did not change it he wouldn’t marry them. Marquis sounded pretty cool to my great-grandfather so he used that instead. That’s the story of how I got my name.
ReplyDeleteMy name is the greatest name ever made, it means “God’s gift” which has nothing to do with me. I love my name because one of my hero’s has my name, Rambo’s shares my first name with me and even though he spells it a different way, it is still my name. I don’t really have anything important about my name besides the fact that Rambo’s first name is mine, a lot of people have my name and it really isn’t all that special. But I do believe that there is a man in the bible with my name, so maybe that could have some significance to someone. I don’t really know why my parents decided on this name, I don’t know of anyone in my family that had or has this name so it has no significance for that. Maybe they just liked the name or maybe they did have a reason for it but either way I don’t know. I do like my name but at the end of the day, there are millions of people that have it and its not special. The urban dictionary describes me when you type in my name so if you do, you will see why I have my name.
ReplyDeleteMy name is Desirae Leigh Forrest. My name is unusual and difficult for most people to spell. However, I like it because it’s strange, like me. My parents debated a bit on what to name me. My father said Abigail, but my mother thought that Abigail was too common. My mother thought about naming me Autumn, but instantly dismissed the idea. She believed that if I was named “Autumn Forrest” that I would be made fun of. My parents finally named me Desirae because my mother had heard a song, “Desirae Open the Door”. My mother loved the tune and name so she decided to name me Desirae, which is also French for ‘desire’. My middle name is Leigh, and is pronounced “Lee”. My middle name is not only unique in spelling, but in its history as well. My great grandfather was Lee Potter Forrest. He fought and died in France during World War II. In memory of my brave great grandfather, my middle name is Leigh. My last name is Forrest. My last name doesn’t have any known history of being special, but I still adore it. I enjoy having a name that is difficult to spell. It sets me apart from everyone in a weird way. If I could change it, I wouldn’t. I am Desirae Leigh Forrest, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
ReplyDeleteI throw his car keys that were sitting on the counter directly at his face which he, miraculously caught in time to save those teeth that form his dorky smile.
ReplyDelete“Just get in the car.”
Chapter III
Arriving at my favorite place in the entire world, Richie looks around from the driver’s seat and back down to his GPS, which I stole and plugged in the address without a word. He glanced over at me and then back to the GPS that kept repeating “you have reached your destination.” With one final jerk of his neck back to me he finally spoke out.
“Where in the world are we? I didn’t drive an hour for you to kill me in the forest.”
That wasn’t quite my plan.
“Shut up, Richie. You said you wanted to do this, now here we are. You’re lucky I even brought you here.”
“Lucky? Are you sure? To me, this is a big open field with a forest barrier to block us off from the world. And what’s that, the shack you hide all the bodies of those you whose lives you’ve accidentally claimed with all your experiments? Seriously, it’s a field and some trees. Why in the world would I ever want to escape to here?”
Richie was right. This is a field surrounded by some trees with a little, worn out cabin. But it’s much more than that, too. This place is my sanctuary, but Richie would never understand that. Although he was the most tolerant of my family, he still didn’t quite understand my love for the explosive arts. But that could all change today with the miracle that I convinced this kid to escape our family’s political clutch, make a statement and just let loose.
Sean Patrick McCann is quite an Irish name and that’s exactly what my dad wanted. He is very proud of his Irish heritage and wanted to reveal that in his first born. My first name was obviously the greater decision. Many Irish names were thrown around including Shamus and the infamous Luigi. My mother, however, dismissed them as ridiculous, stating that I would have been made fun of for those names. She was most likely correct. My dad took the Irish-ness of his suggestions down and settled with Sean, a strong, though common Irish name. It is spelt Irish, too, unlike Shaun and Shawn which are cheap knock offs. Sean is actually the Irish equivalent of John. My middle name, Patrick, was chosen once again because it’s Irish and it sounds well with my whole name. My surname, McCann, is a famous one. It had many different spellings before specific literacy was introduced. It comes from my father, obviously, and its first appearance in America for my family was when my great grandfather came from Ireland. It loosely translates to Wolf Cub. That makes a lot of sense to me, since I’m a small, yet very vicious individual. My name is perfect, so I wouldn’t change it.
ReplyDeleteThere are many things that can identify a person and distinguish them from everyone else. One of the most prominent things that separate a person is their name. Names are almost completely exclusive to that individual. They can be used to identify a person, but they can also come to actually describe that singular person in a way that nothing else can. My first name is Carolyn. This name was given to me by my mother. Often times, many people are named after previous people in their family; however, the idea for my name came from when my mother worked at a financial building and she knew two young colleagues named Carolyn and Catherine. They were animated, kind, loyal and thoughtful of others. Because my mother respected them so much, she decided to name me after Carolyn in the hopes that I may eventually acquire some of their desired characteristics. My name derives from English origin and through various researches, the name appears to have a variety of meanings. When I was young, I did not favor my name and had always hoped that I had been named something more exotic or bizarre. Although, over the years I have come to accept my name and realize that in a way, it represents who I am and what I stand for. My last name is Doyle. It came from my father whose family was born in Ireland, in which it is a very popular last name. My father and his side of the family embrace their Irish heritage and I am happy to be a part of it. My full name is Carolyn Patricia Doyle, in which my middle name was chosen by my father because it was his favorite girl name. Because I am adopted, I was not born with these names. In fact my original name was Madalyn Chan. When I look at this name I was originally born with, it appears almost foreign to me because I cannot see myself being called Madalyn. Even if I had the opportunity, I would never change my name. The name Carolyn Patricia Doyle is a part of who I am and therefore could never be changed.
ReplyDeleteMy name is one of the most unique ones around. I still have yet to find a person who spells there name with an i rather than a y.Rian. That’s how I spell my name. My parents always wanted to name me Ryan. However, since my parents were mostly Irish they looked into an Irish name dictionary. And there it was, the name Ryan only is was spelled with an i instead of a y. Also, my name actually means “King”. I really wouldn’t want my name to change at all because it is so unique. Everyone knows me because of the weird spelling of my name. I always find it funny when substitute teachers come in and pronounce my name incorrectly. It’s enjoyable to hear all of the different ways someone can butcher my name. But also, that name is my name. Why would I want to change the name given to me from birth? My name has so many memories for me. Why would I ever want to change that about me? So if that doesn’t answer your question then no I would never want to change my name to anything else because it is perfect for me.
ReplyDeleteTyler is my name and the story behind it is one worth writing about. My grandparents on my father’s side were born in Scotland and raised in America. However growing up in America they were always told stories of a great man named Tyler that was the hero of the small where they were born. The small town was a couple miles outside Edinburgh, and it was full of crime. The town’s police force was weak and out muscled by the street gangs and thieves. Every time they put one person away 2 more would appear in their place. The justice system was simply not enough to stop the criminals of the town. This reason was one of the main reasons why my grandparents moved to America. However there was one man who had no family that would protect people from the gangs. He had no fear of the gangs and they were intimated by him because he was known as a man you do not cross. The gangs feared him more than they feared the cops. On occasions he would break into gang member’s houses and retrieve people’s possessions that were stolen by the gangs. However one day the gang members built up enough courage and took the man out. He went down as the hero of the town and was remember by all for his good deeds.
ReplyDeleteMy first name, Elizabeth has a Hebrew origin, and it means “God Is My Oath.” I received this name because it was the name of one of my grandmothers. Also, the name, “Elizabeth” is in the Bible. Although my name is rather plain, I could not imagine having any other name in the world. Most of the time, my first name seems too formal, so I prefer going by “Liz”—if anything, I feel like this nickname fits me better than my actual name. My last name, Richardson, is a “patronymic name” as it derives from a father’s personal name. In this case, my last name derives from the name, “Richard,” so my last name means “son of Richard.” The first part of my last name, “Richard,” has Germanic origins and includes the meanings “powerful” and “hard” (brave); it was actually brought to England during after conquests made by the Normans after 1066. I also think that my last name is plain, but I do like it as well because I couldn’t see myself having any other name. If I could choose another name for myself—whether it was my first or last name—I probably would keep them both the same.
ReplyDeleteMy name, it was given to me by my parents, I was to follow the line of male Wikander’s named Robert. I am the third in that line but I would have preferred to have been named something else. I would prefer to have been named Derrick, I like that name for some reason, but I’m not going to change it now. I will bring back pride to the name Robert in my family, but by no means would I pass it on to any offspring I may have. My name derives from the Germanic word Hrodebert that means bright fame. I was given my last name because that was my parents’ last name. If I could I would probably change it Schmitz, my mother’s maiden name. I wouldn’t want to carry on the last name I was given, I find that too much shame has been brought on to it. But I’m too lazy to go through the process of changing my name, so I’ll keep this one. Maybe I could remove the shame from that was placed on this name. Only time will tell, I could make it big and be a bright fame like my first name states.
ReplyDeleteMy name is Alexandria, and my name was chosen completely chosen at random. My parents always fought about the name I was going to9 be named. It was between Anastasia, Camille, or Alexandria. I honestly hate all three names they are just not me I need a free name a name that isn’t so common. Alexandria was chosen because my mom has always wanted to go to Alexandria Egypt and just loves the name in general. To her it represents beauty, when in reality my name means the protector of men.
ReplyDeleteMy last name on the other hand was a big fight. First they didn’t know what last name to use, my mom’s or my dad’s since they weren’t married. They ended up using my dad’s since it seemed as the “right “thing to do. My last name is Rojas it is very plain and simple. It means red, what a big ordeal. My last name has made it hell for me in school they called me red girl and it was just weird. I don’t like either of my names and they just do not fit me at all.
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ReplyDeleteBailie. Bails, Bay, Bale or Bayla.
ReplyDeleteThe first name Bailie is Old English and said to mean “Bailiff”. At least according to Babynames.com
Growing up however, I’ve been told that my name has a more meaningful story behind it. It’s a family name, from my grandmother’s side, that goes back many generations into my Irish ancestry. It began as our family’s surname but was spelled the common way of Bailey. When I was nine years old my grandparent took me to Ireland and there we managed to find the Bailey family crest. I can’t be sure how far back the Bailey name is dated, but I do know when the evolution of the name started, with my great-grandmother. She was a Bailey, Mary Bailey, until she married a man named Danker. Together they had two children, a son named David Danker, and a daughter named June Bailey Danker. I suppose giving her daughter her maiden name was her way of keeping it alive. Soon after that, it became common in the family to recycle names. That tradition was made very clear with the four children June had wither her husband E. Edward Muzik. Their eldest daughter was named after her mother and her father’s sister, BJ, or Barbara June. Their son was named after his uncle David. They had two other daughters, Mary, named after June’s mother, and Ruth, named after Ed’s mother. Mary Ruth Muzik was the first of her siblings to get married and have kids. When she and her husband Anthony Nicholas Mauriello Jr. were expecting their first child, they had perfect names picked out for both genders. If it was a boy, his name would be Anthony Nicholas Mauriello 3rd, named after both his father and his grandfather. But if it was a girl, she would be named Bailie Ruth Mauriello.
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ReplyDeleteJordan was very confused. A moment ago he was in James’s room, and then a flash of pain, and then darkness. He had thought himself dead until a few seconds ago, when he realized that he was still, and that all of his limbs were still there. He realized that he was lying down somewhere, but not somewhere comfortable. It felt like he was on rocky ground. He began to regain mobility, soon he was able to move his fingers and toes, and then his arms and legs, and then, finally, he could open his eyes. When he did, the bright light accosted him, and he squeezed them shut again, recovering from the visual shock. After a moment or two he opened, them once more, and saw that there were four faces staring down at him. When his vision had cleared enough to allow him to see their features, he gasped audibly. He knew these people. Jordan jumped to his feet, and the four stepped away from him, all looking a bit uncertain and a bit wary. He frowned as he looked at them, and blinked once. They were still there. He blinked again, but they didn’t budge.