[ WP ] : Children are named by the traits they are fated to have - Brave , Serene , Deeply Caring , Unmoved - and of course your lovely daughter , Bites People .

After leaving the Sage, we cried for days. 
 
 Every name given by the Sage was the word of destiny, the trait which would define the child's entire life. Many parents were blessed by strong words - the `` Brave'' would be heroes in battle, the `` Charitable'' would do works benefiting everyone, the `` Caring'', while often leading simple lives, were always known to be good people. Even those with less-desirable words could find comfort in them - the `` Terrible'' would be a powerful leaders, the `` Greedy'' would likely acquire great wealth, to be so defined by their word, the `` Simple'' would lead quiet and happy lives. 
 
 Our Daughter's words were `` Bites People''. We knew what it meant. It was, more than anything, a death sentence. This would be the highest act she achieved. Her true destiny. How long would she have? Two years at most? Perhaps five? 
 
 We gave her all the love we had, knowing we had only these short years in which to give her a lifetime. As every milestone passed, it was done with tension. We kept her away from others for longer than perhaps we should, hoping to delay when we could. But we would not be cruel. We could not keep her away from others forever. 
 
 And when we finally gave in, her playmates were always happy. There were never any complaints. The time came and went. It seemed her destiny had not yet begun. 
 
 Again, we tried to delay things. Surely, if she started school, that was when she would meet her destiny, and from that moment on, she would be on borrowed time. 
 
 But we would not be cruel. Eventually, we gave in. We could not keep her away from others forever. When she started school, we knew that surely, this would be the beginning of the end. But that, too, came without incident. No teachers ever complained. She was, if anything, quiet, and one to avoid confrontation. 
 
 And soon it had been more years than we had ever hoped for, and our daughter was a grown woman, moving out on her own. Her life seemed largely unremarkable, though surely not to the point to justify her words - of which there had never been any sign. She never married, and lived alone outside of town, away from others. Perhaps we had been cruel, as she never seemed to learn how to act around other people. 
 
 Eventually we began to tell ourselves that the Sage was simply wrong. At this point, how could anything she could do possibly earn her the words `` Bites People''?
