a_fable werewolf "everyone has a secret name", the girl said to the boy, "a word for them and no one else." "mine," she continued "is the word the gods whisper to each other when they want it to rain." "mine" he said, "is probably the word inside fire or something." "No" she said. "i'd have to say yours is the word the gods use when they want the world to become muddy." "Wouldn't that be the same as the word for rain?" he asked. "no, it's different trust me." and because the boy didn't know the difference between secrets and lies, he assumed she knew. years later in their lives, after a night of heavy forgetful drinking, she woke up next to the boy, in their old familiar bed and she asked what the night had been. he smirked and told her, "i carried you across the river of thorn tooth sharks on my back. it was a beautiful day for us, and an ugly one for thorn tooth sharks. then through the jungle of sadness, i held you as we wept, never stopping and finally i carried you up the thousand steps of doom. and right before you fell asleep, i asked you, and you told me, your secret name." she sighed. "if you asked me, you stole it." still drunk he half-joked, "now that i know it, you're mine to leave, mine to conjure and make rain." she smiled back at him tenderly, for she had never told him that not everyone has only one secret name. but he had this night told her that he indeed only had one, and that it was boy. "we'll meet again someday, and then perhaps you'll know the difference between secrets and lies" 040202 what's it to you? who go blather from