"Teacher, why don't I have a name?" The little girl asked the priest, while they were traveling and searching for a new safe place, where to camp for the coming night.
"Good question, my child. Didn't your parents or caretakers call you with any name?" The priest asked the girl.
"No, they called me you brat, you there, you fucking brat, etc. Nothing else at all. And they just found me one day from a burning village or something. They haven't said much to me about my past, just that they saved my life, and I should be grateful for that and serve them well. They taught me how to hunt, as they didn't feed me at all. I had to hunt my food. They taught me how to skin, as they didn't give me any clothes at all. I made my clothes. They just gave me shelter and a place where to belong. Nothing else at all. They treated me like they want and didn't listen to me when I cried or didn't give me comfort at all. I just was one burden to them. Or so I heard when they fought in the night time when they believed I was asleep and not listening to them at all. The man even planned to sell me to the next person they see. So I had my plans to escape also from them. But when we stopped to rest, and I went hunting and got back. They were dead, and most of the stuff was gone. So I salvaged everything I could and then planned to continue my journey. The rest of the story, you know." The girl said and seemed very depressed and sad when she talked about her past. So the priest said to her.
"My child with me, you don't have to worry about food and shelter. As what is mine is also yours now. I will teach you everything I know about and treat you like my daughter now. So you can forget those painful memories now. You don't have to think about it anymore when you are with me. As now you can make new ones, far more happy memories now." The priest tried to comfort the child as the best way he could think of and then continued.
"For your name. Let me think about it. The ravens guided me towards you, and they are the divine bird of Rodona, as her mark is raven. So I will call you Raven now. Your name shall be Raven then, as it suits your outlook also."
The girl who had unusual dark hair, black as night, but skin far paler than the moon. Her eyes were also unusual colors. Dark violet was the color of her eyes. So many would call her a demon child or that she would bring bad luck to everyone who would saw her. Or give birth to her. So it has been very weird that the child was still alive. As most would have killed her when they would have seen her after birth. So her luck was either great, or her parents loved her. But this was the first time to her that someone was so kind and caring towards her. So she started to cry, tears were rolling out from her eyes constantly.
The priest who saw the situation immediately panicked and asked her.
"Don't you like the name? Don't worry; we can change it. Or have you hurt anywhere? Do you feel alright? Is everything fine? And sorry if you didn't like the name."
Before the priest could continue, there were two hands around his waist. The girl hugged the priest and said to him.
"I love it so much. I love the name so much. Thank you for its teacher."
The priest who didn't know what to do now just patted the girl's head and let her cry her eyes out.
Finally, when the girl was cried enough, she started to fall asleep. So the priest carefully picked the girl up and lowered her to the basket. To let the girl sleep still, as they still had a long journey ahead of them, and he didn't want to wake the girl. As she had so loving smile on her face now and she was mumbling, still thank you. So he just let the girl sleep, as he wanted the girl to still stay as a child and not let any more worries and problems to her life now. As his life was full of problems, but he didn't want to let the girl know about them yet. He wanted to wait for the right time to tell her about everything, and the time wasn't now.
So he just walked and continued his journey to find the next place where they could spend the night and continue his teaching later on around the campfire.