Aurora

She looked around looking for the dog but he already dived into her shadow. The Grave Grim was a title given to any spirit protecting a graveyard… Therefore, he didn't have a name for himself. He was an "it" in her mind all this time and now, she was looking at him like a person, like anyone out there. Suddenly, her shadow felt deep and endless. What if she chose a name for him? Would he accept it? Why was he living in her shadow now? It wasn't like he had to hide; the spell would work in his favour.

Sierra Borges. Her names that she grew up used to it. She came to think about it as well. What if she met her real parents? What would they say? What would they really name? The name she had was meant for someone else from the beginning. And suddenly, the name didn't look like it belonged to her at all. She was distressed whether the name should be really hers or not, maybe she should take a new one; something that would really belong to her.