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// A New Life, A New Name 
// Story: Forged Anew 
// by Vermillion Prose 
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She had not once, since they had met over a month ago, ever used his name. For that matter, she did not even know his name. She had never asked, and he had never proffered one. He always seemed to know when she was referring to him, and the one time it had come up in conversation they had gone down a tangent regarding the power a name had over an individual. The guards and most others still struggled to frame his existence beyond an object, calling him “it,” “the armor,” or “Mr. Dusty” (the last being Pinkie Pie’s nickname for the Rubricae.)

She was now quite sure he had deflected her by taking advantage of her natural curiosity, and the fact that it tied into her current project had meant her priorities had been skewed at the time. When she had asked him about it a couple of days later, he had made it clear that who he was was only relevant as it pertained to aiding her in any of her endeavors. His new life was apart from his old.

As such, she had decided to do some indirect research. She had asked him about myths and legends of his culture, and, being a Thousand Son, his knowledge of the topic was exemplary. In fact, he had graced upon several concepts that quite intrigued the princess, and one particular name tied to an ancient civilization stuck.

After completing her research and compiling a seven volume collection she had entitled Collected Abridged Mythology, Legends, and Cultures of Terran Origin, she had discussed several and directed the conversation towards the topic of her interest and found him just as receptive to the subject. He had a love of symbolism and believed that every name or story should have a greater meaning.

As such, when she beckoned him to follow her into her study and dismissed the guards, he tilted his head slightly in curiosity. She had taken a rather formal bearing as she sat, although a twinkle of mischief was in her eye as she declared that she had tired of shaming him with namelessness, and it was, additionally, a bother to have to constantly refer to him without a singular name that readily identified him. As such, she proposed a solution.

She recalled aloud, in the fashion storytellers of ancient Greece of Terra might have, his arrival, a fallen Star in the evening sky. Discovered by the princess of Friendship, this mighty warrior had been granted a new life and something his previous life had denied: peace. Then the horrible battle with a corrupt beast, a monstrous thing of nightmares and his heroic sacrifice to buy his new friend the time she needed, the bright fallen Star extinguished. But from the ashes her Friendship would not let him fade, and the Star of Twilight was restored to it’s place.

As such, Hesperos could only nod in approval at his new name.