What's My Name From Descendants 2 Lyrics Novels & Stories

I wasn't sure if he was right, but I knew that no matter what it was, I would love and protect my child. "What should we name him?" Mason asked in an attempt to calm me. "Xavier." I responded as images of my father's face flashed across my mind. "Xavier," Mason repeated, rubbing his chin. "I like it." "I do too." Dax boomed, entering the room. "It is a name worthy of a prince." "Prince?" What did he mean by "prince"? "There is a prophecy that has been passed around the dark lands." Dax began. "About the descendants of the moon wolf."

His husky voice pulls me out of my thoughts. I’ve played this game before. I know where this is going. “Didn’t you hear the Arbiter?” My voice shakes slightly. He doesn’t seem amused by my sarcasm. “Your real name,” he presses. I part my lips, my name kissing the tip of my tongue. But I hesitate, remembering a valuable lesson I was taught not long ago. “Alaki Bea X,” I say, the name rolling off my tongue with an awfully bitter taste. “Your parents gave you the last name X?” He asks with sincerity.

My grandmother. The words echoed through every corner of my mind. Not my mother. Not some forgotten queen from an old story. My grandmother. The silver pendant hanging from the Collector's hand suddenly felt heavier than the black throne on the horizon. The connection surged. A single name repeated over and over. Lyssara. Not as a whisper. As a memory trying desperately to return. I closed my eyes. The square disappeared. For one fleeting heartbeat, I heard laughter. Warm. Gentle.

"You're saying, what? That I'm some... direct link?" "Unmistakable. You are descended from Aeryna and Gherynil themselves. Their union lives on in you." Jaramelin responded. The words didn't fit neatly anywhere inside me. They twisted, shoved, and collided, like a storm caged in my chest, battering against my ribs until I could hardly breathe. My mind whirled, snatching at fragments of a life that suddenly felt like someone else's. My mother, gone the moment she gave me life. My father, who followed her into the grave soon after. The empty space where a surname should have been, the hollow silence whenever I was asked who I belonged to. Always no one.

Hades said calmly, his voice unchanged. “I…Can I name someone?” I broke the line of the father and son argument, I knew I shouldn't, but I kept quiet long enough to let everyone know my answer. While the two of them were discussing my life, I started to have arrangements in my head and the name I saw was: "PACULAR SPARKER"

my own father doesn't know who he is to me! And that explains the reason for her tears! My poor Angel! "Wait! ! I read something in our book while you were sleeping where.. wait ...Here! Here, listen, Every generation will birth one heir to the singular eye color, characteristic only of descendants of a white wolf. If we can find the name of that Alpha's great great grandmother we can trace the descendants with violet eyes, and that would only be two people before we know your father's name. Right, Jeremy? Wouldn't that be the genealogical treeing of that?"

I stuttered. She blushed at my question. "Oh no! I am so sorry! I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Kascada Starling, daughter of Frank Starling. My apologies for my rudeness, your highness." "Oh no no no!!" I quickly said feeling embarrassed myself. "Please, do not apologize. It was a simple mistake, lady Kascada." Her name sounded so beautiful that I want to repeat it over and over again.

I heard her call my name like a distant low cry. "Keldurr? Keldurr? He'z eyez ar clozin J'han..." Hearing all the words as they should be pronounced. I drifter away peacefully, leaving the rest to rejoice in their victory over Hardaj and my clan to wallow in the sad of my death.

"Who. Are. You." I lifted my head. My throat burned. My eyes watered. But I held his gaze. "I'm Seraphina." My voice came out rough, but steady. "Aehrys's descendant. And I really hate you." Silence. The temperature dropped. A cold so sudden and sharp it stole the breath from my lungs. My skin prickled. The hair on my arms rose. He didn't move. Didn't speak. Didn't blink. Just stared at me with those cold, familiar eyes.

It hurts too much to think of those promises. Jack's small hands clutching mine in the same meadow flash past, and the ache in my heart softens. I see his face and hear his voice the first time he called me MUMMY. My vision darkens heavily and the water around me feels heavy. So this is how it ends. I'm closing my eyes, ready to let it all go when a voice cuts through the closing dark, "Live, Destiny. Find happiness and don't give up my love, no matter what the world throws your way. Promise me that my dear girl."