For Warriormissy 's contest.

889 words Exactly. not counting this.

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It all started the day I died. Literally, everything began for me, in one moment. I was born, I entered the world, I took one breath...

And then I died.

I can't describe it because I had no experience in life to relate this feeling to. But it was an odd sensation. I could, see, hear, speak, but I didn't know how then because no one had taught me. Eventually someone found me in that void, explained to me I was dead, and taught me all the basics my mother couldn't. I never had a name, because you have to be given a name. Nobody dead was fit enough to give me a name. My mother never gave me one because she never knew me. So I was simply called 'She'. The other dead claws wouldn't let me visit my family because I could only walk where I had when I was alive.

So my options where to stand in that spot in the nursery where I was born, or keep hunting for a paradox. A paradox, something that could give a ticket down to the living. That's what I wanted. To meet my family and learn my name, I often felt quite empty without it.

So I needed a paradox, something impossible, a cat's footfall, a fish's breath, wifi with no lag. That sort of thing. I had been hunting for one for years, I was almost thirteen now. So far I had no such luck, until some miraculous happened. I had been sitting alone, bored out of my mind, when a young claw approached me.

"Hello there! Do you have any idea where I am?" He asked.

I glanced at him, he was white, with brown stripes and these brown eyes that seemed to glow softly. Actually now that I thought about it, he looked kind of like me. My eyes were purple. He seemed familiar, I couldn't place it. I smiled and gestured around.

"This is Glamora, welcome. You are dead now." I introduced, sliding off my rock.

He frowned. "I don't think I'm dead, I was alive a minute ago."

"What's the last thing you remember?" I questioned.

"I fell asleep in the Meðal Den, I accidentally twisted my ankle, it seems fine now."

"Oh." I said. "You are probably still alive then. I figured, you don't really glow like the rest of the claws here. Being around all those prophets and such tends to send random strangers up here for no reason."

"Cool, maybe I'll see my great aunt twice removed. My name's Ostend by the way, what's yours?"

I sighed. "I don't have a name, I died when I was a kit. My mother never gave me one."

"Oh, I'm sorry. Do you know you mother's name? Maybe I could find her when I wake up, then she would tell me what your name would have been?"

I gasped. "That's brilliant, her name is Jamboree."

"What?" He gasped.

"Jamboree, do you know her?" I glanced at him hopefully.

He look disturbed, somewhat deeply betrayed. That is in fact some what along the lines of what Ostend was feeling. He was very, very confused.

"Yes, I do know someone named Jamboree, I'm not sure if we're talking about the same claw."

"You'll find her right? All she needs to do is speak my name, and I'm free." I breathed, an unspoken name was a paradox.

"Yeah, it shouldn't be to hard." He mumbled.

I was exploding on the inside. What an intricate twist of fate! I watched Ostend as he frowned to himself, staring off into the starry sky.

After a bit of playing around, he woke up, fading out from Glamorian existence. I couldn't wait, I wish I could see what was going on down there, but only privileged elders were allowed to do that. Plus I had no name, that denied me basic rights.

Meanwhile, Ostend down below was staring into the purple eyes of his own mother.

"She died?" He asked, his voice cracking.

Jamboree nodded sadly. "Just a few seconds after she was born."

"Did... Did you have a name picked out for her?"

All of a sudden, I was watching. I recognized Ostend, and assumed the older she-claw who I assume was my own mother.

"Her name was..."

"Yes?" He asked, staring her with wide eyes.

"Evelyn. Her name was Evelyn."

I gasped, suddenly feeling like crying.

My name was beautiful.

"Why didn't you tell me I had another sister?" Ostend cried suddenly.

My heart froze, information came flooding in. Sister. I was a sister. He was my brother. I had two brothers and a sister. Annabeth, Ocaso, Ostend, and Evelyn. I died, they never new I existed.

A tear splashed off my starry face and hit the ground with a small tink.

The two of them looked up, they could see me.

"Thank you." I whispered, realizing I was drifting away.

"Evelyn!" Ostend gasped. "I won't stop looking for you, I'll keep studying the stars!"

I never heeded his words until later. When he appeared to me. Only this time his pelt shone like a thousand galaxies. There was a scar above his heart. It looked like a fresh wound.

"I promised I wouldn't stop looking for you." He said, before I crashed into him.