Edonil: Someone wanted to know when we'd know her name. It's revealed in this chapter. I'll put the pronunciation at the bottom of the page. Oh, and I have the pic of her done. Also at the bottom.

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To Change

Chapter Thirty

"Is she alright?"

"I think so. Do you think so?"

"I… don't know. What were you like as a teenager?"

"Why are you asking me? She looks more like you! She was raised more like you were!"

"Crims, you're a girl. I'm a guy. Do all girls lie on their beds and stare at the ceiling all day?"

"I didn't. Of course, I'm not like most girls. Besides, she wasn't lying there all day; I took her shopping."

"Did you buy her anything?"

"Clothes. Lipstick. She declined my offer to buy her any other kind of make-up. Books."

"She likes to read?"

"She says that she never had time to do anything… before. But she says that when she had time, she would read."

"Really? What kind of books?"

"Tragedies."

"Oh. Is that normal?"

The Angel rolled over. Did her parents think she couldn't hear them? They were in the room right beside hers! Perhaps they weren't as smart as they looked.

Now, that's not nice. They're your parents; they are very relieved they've found you, and aren't thinking clearly. They'll be more normal in a few days. Hopefully.

"I need her for a moment. What do I call her?"

"I told you, she doesn't have a name."

"That's why I need her. What do I call? 'Daughter'?"

"Coming!" the Angel yelled, getting up. Her parents looked very discombobulated when she entered the room.

"Could you hear us?" her father asked.

"Every word. The walls aren't very thick."

"I see… Alright, then, your mother wants to talk to you."

"Ok. What is it?"

"Daughter… You need a name."

"I do?" The thought had never occurred to the Angel. She was the Third Angel. That was her name. She'd fantasized briefly over having a name, but that had been when she was young. To actually have a name…

"I agree." That was her father. "Uh… I suppose you might want to choose it yourself."

"Ok… Let me think… Can I tell you later?"

"Of course."

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Kuja watched his daughter leave the room. Soon she would have a name. Good. If his knowledge of the human mind was any good, she would gain a true identity soon after. She was still a little unsure how to act.

He heard the sound of talking in the next room. Listening carefully, he discovered his daughter was muttering. He could hear her, and the sound of the pages of a book being flipped.

"Hmm… No… What on Gaia? No… Maybe… Hmm…" He heard her close the book. "Maybe in here… Wait! What about…" Another book was leafed through. "There! Perfect!" A moment later, she was standing in the doorway.

"You're back already?" Crims asked, looking mildly surprised. The Angel nodded.

"I think I've found a name. Avylonn. What do you think?"

"I recognize that… From a book, isn't it?" Kuja asked. She nodded. "I like it." It was a good name; the character named Avylonn was very agreeable. Perhaps that was why his daughter- Avylonn- had chosen it.

"So do I. Now, Avylonn, would you like to help me in the kitchen?" Avylonn nodded.

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Steiner looked warily at the letter. It was written lilac parchment. All he could see of the wording was the name, written on the outside: "The Tribal Family". The sealing wax was silver, with the image of a dragon imprinted into it. Steiner hadn't opened it, as it wasn't addressed to him, but he already knew who it was from.

Kuja.

"Hey Steiner! Whatcha got there?" Steiner turned to see the monkey-tailed Prince-Consort.

"A letter. For you."

"Really? I feel so special…" Zidane took the letter and opened it. He glanced through it briefly. "Hey! It's from Kuja! Hmm… Cool. Excuse me; I have to go find Dagger."

"Good news?" Steiner inquired curiously. From Zidane's reaction he had gathered that Kuja wasn't going to die or something else wonderful.

"Yeah. His daughter's got a name now. Avylonn."

"Lovely…" Steiner already didn't like the girl, and he didn't even know her. But he didn't like the other two angels, so she would be no exception.

Edonil: Ok, here's the pronunciation of Avylonn: A-vih-lon (Like Avalon, from Arthurian legend). And her picture can be found at

www . geocities . com / edonilalanthaanulo / dolls / mystories / TAvylonn . gif(without the spaces, of course).