Your Name The Hedgehog Novels & Stories

He scratched his head. He’d been given the nickname of “Mudlark” by the other children in his village because of the weird way he nurtured the plants and swine that made their home in the muddy areas outside the village. He’d been hearing it so long, he’d come to think of it as part of his name. But it wasn’t. The dragon had called him Pierce Wande. That was his true name, wasn’t it? Sniffia sneezed.

As I ponder the words, Ragh, my new best friend, stops right in front of me and reaches out to wipe some blood off my forehead, chuckling, “I know this stench. You did a great favor to everyone down here, nobody liked the traitor Ted anyway.” “Ted?” I repeat, my eyes widening to a comical size. “You’re telling me his name was that of a teddy bear? Damn it, I bet Atlas his name was Spooky Pants, you cost me five bucks now.” “To be honest,” Ragh mutters and suddenly takes a step back, as if something startled him. “We don’t know what his true name is.. or was, now that he’s no longer with us. He was given the name Ted and everyone just went with it, we never bothered to ask questions.”

- You were lucky to find me little stick, I think I know exactly where your mommy is- yes, weird nickname, but he's so skinny and small he reminds me of a little stick. - My mom said I shouldn't talk to strangers, but since we are a couple, the ghee and the damsel, so there's no problem, right?- her look pleads for me to agree- oh and my name is Henlique- even the way he squints his eyes and crosses his arms angry looks so familiar. I'm getting crazy!

Her eyes sparkled when she saw a brown hedgehog come out of the hole and Trish immediately caught it. "Woah, so cute. It looks tame. Do you keep it?" She asked enthusiastically. Trish laughed lightly. "Well, it is indeed cute. Its name is Trishy." "Huh?" Odette looked at Trish for two seconds, then laughed. "You gave it the same name as you? Trishy the hedgehog, not bad." She laughed again. Seeing Odette laugh, Trish laughed, too. "Actually, it wasn't me who gave it the name, but Princess Anwen. Two weeks ago, she gave it to me. She said his name was Trishy, and she forbade me to change the name," Trish explained after breaking from his laughter.

He begins to take off his gloves and head for the locker room. All the kids that came to the gym have nicknames. Hatch got his because he liked to hide and you’d never find him either. Then, out of nowhere he’d put his little head up through some hole, some place. Just sticking out of a hatch, in plain sight. It amused my wolf to no end to keep the secret of where he hid. He knew where his smell was at all times.

One out of the thousands nameplate was glowing brightly. Everyone within the hall knew the nameplate hadn't glowed for thousands of years but, for it to glow now, while the owner was serving his exile sentence, was odd. The hardworking snails moved out of their stations and crowded the wall to have a good look at the glowing nameplate. The entire hall was filled with soft murmurs when they read the words written on the golden plate. 'Entry permission requested for Hue Hedo (God of Comfort, Resident of Fantasy) and Jennet Hedo (Human, Resident of Reality)

and I find an immediate kinship, as two people who were given nature names. Why do parents do that to kids? Hazel is a tree. Apple is also a tree but also a fruit. With the middle name of Blossom, I was constantly teased. “Hey, are you new to town?” Hazel asks from behind the counter. “I've never seen anyone quite like you around here before. I would have remembered if I had.”

Tokage-san asked. "You can't blame me. He looks suspicious with those bangs at his forehead." the annoying stupid brat said with his arms folded. "Don't blame my bangs, you shitty head! You look more suspicious than me with that hoodie on your head. Who wears a hoodie inside a shaded area anyway?" "This is for protection, you imbecile." "And what's with your name? Ram? Are you some kind of a goat?" "How about you? Ken? That's so overused. Maybe that's why there isn't unique about you."

I scrunch my nose. Summer giggled. “When and where do you not have an embarrassing moment?” She snickered. “Hey.” I laughed, nudging Summer with my elbow. “Excuse me, Miss…” I looked up and low and behold it’s my Greek God. I was at a loss of words, “wholly shitzu! What’s my name? I can’t remember my name!” I heard muffled laughing in the back of mind. After a few seconds, I finally remembered my name and found my voice, maybe. “S-Storm, m-my n-name is S-St-Storm Hawk.” I stuttered out as Summer continued to cover her mouth trying not to laugh at me as I shoot her a death glare.

"My name is Orchid." Now that she's not screaming frantically, I'm able to understand her, despite her unusual accent. Orchid. A strange name. An external name. "I'm Hasker," my mate says slowly, gesturing toward his chest. Then he points at me. "He is Kadmon."