Imagine only one person could own each name , and if you killed a person , you had the right to `` own '' that name ... [ WP ]

My name is John-Harry-Smith-Cynthia-Schmitt-Sara-Abraham, I have earned these names, but they call me the Many-Named Swordsman. I was born with no name, like all others in this world. When I came of age I challenged my father for his name as tradition commands, he was my first. The feel of the badge you earn from a name is one I am very familiar with as many have challenged me for my names. I now sit upon my throne waiting for those who need a name. 
 
 A young man approaches my seat, his short, dark hair blows in the mountain wind. Drawing his broadsword from his belt and tossing his cloak to the ground he aims his blade for my throat. 
 
 `` You took my father's name and thus denied me of my own, for this I will kill you.'' 
 
 His face twists in anger as he speaks and his eyes burn with vengeance and hatred. He is not the first I have denied a name and he will not be the last. I smile with a cold, uncaring indifference. 
 
 `` I knew your father well, son of Harry,'' my hand wanders to the badge I earned from Harry as I speak, `` he was a skilled swordsman, but he died with no name just as you will.'' 
 
 The anger flares on the boy's face and he lunges forward, blade lashing out. Without even rising from my throne I brush aside this novice's attack with a gauntleted hand. I leap forward taking the boy by the throat in my other hand and raise him off the floor. The hatred seethes from the nameless boy's eyes as he struggles futilely against my grip. 
 
 `` You are even weaker than your father, boy.'' 
 
 `` Y-You... uhrg,'' he gasps for breath as I tighten my grip, `` y-y-you're... a-a m-mon-monst...'' 
 
 His words are cut off by the sound of his neck breaking and I toss his lifeless body aside like garbage. I resign myself back to my throne raising the silver plate I keep at my side to examine the names I have collected. Smiling to myself I read the badge's ancient inscription in the runes of the old world it reads: `` Hello My Name is Harry.''
