Meaning Of The Name

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic
What exactly is the meaning of a name.

Submitted: August 23, 2019

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Jill. That is her name, and it's the way that it sounds is so simple, but there is a meaning to it. The meaning is Child of The God's, and Jill does feel special with that meaning, because through out her entire life Jill has felt empowered. It's difficult to explain, but for the 29 years of her life Jill has always felt that she was more than a human being. It all started when Jill was 10 years old, during a raging thunder storm Jill was looking out a window from her bedroom, even if her mom told her to stay away. But the lightning was not going to harm her, it was even during that time that Jill felt the call of the lightning, as eager as she was to answer that call Jill knew she couldn't go outside with the rain pouring down.

Overtime anytime there was a strom the pul of the call was getting harder for Jill to ignore, because with the call there was a voice talking to her, and it was saying it's name. Jill thought it was insane that she was hearing a voice coming from the lightning, but of course she had been feeling a call from the lightning, so it couldn't have been as insane as anything else. Jill did consider herself a strong willed person and as she tried to ignore the voice talking to her, it started to become physically painfull, espically in her chest. The ordell didn't last long since the weather was changing, and the sun was shining more than usual, but as normal as the situation was, Jill knew that something was going to happen. It started when Jill was getting out of work, and all she wanted to do was to go home and curl up in her bed, because dealing with 18 fifth graders was tiring even if it was the second week of school.

What Jill wasn't perpared for was to see an attractive young man leaning against her car, as if he had been there waiting for her. Stopping a few feet from the car Jill saw that the man was wearing an expensive looking suit, he seemed out of place as if he didn't belong in the school parking lot. "Can I help you sir, are you looking for your child, most of the kids are gone". The man didn't say anything, but a smirk did make a way to his face, and the more that Jill found herself in his precense the more she became uneasy. As if he could tell how Jill was feeling the young man tried to comfort her.

"I have been waiting for you to answer my call, but it seems now that we'er meeting face to face". Jill didn't understand what this man was talking about, and she was starting to beleive that the police should be invloved. Taking her cellphone out of her purse Jill turned on the screen and saw no missed calls. "Again, I'm sorry sir, but if you wish to contact me or the school, then you need to make an appointment". Jill noticed that what she said came out rather harsh, but this man was making a difficult day even more challenging, or it could have been the heat of the August afternoon.

Knowing that Jill was running out patience the man introduced himself. "My name is Silas, but for people who know who I am I go by another name". Jill really didn't have time for guessing games all she wanted to do was go home, and a headache was starting to form. "Look, Silas I don't want to sound disrespectful, but I have had a very bad day, and it would be kind of you if you could let me go home, because I am really not in the mood for guessing games!" Silas had to smile at that tempure, after all Jill had inhereted it from her other creator. "Very well, I apologize for keeping you, but I would like to clarify that my name is not Silas, it's just something I use while I'm on Earth".

Okay, now was the right time to call law enforcement, because this man seemed to be more than a little confused. Looking around the parking lot Jill noticed that it was practically empty, and glancing down at ther phone Jill saw that an amount of time had passed, and that it was now 5:15. "Silas, listen I'm going to call for help okay". Jill picked up her phone to show that she was actually going to do it, sort of like showing a gun to a police officer. "Do you not remeber my calls Jill, after so many years I thought you would recognize the pull?"

Jill put down her phone and stared at Silas or whatever this man was how did he know about the thunderstorms? "Are you the one who called me?" Jill didn't know why she asked that, but coming from her sounded just crazy. Suprisingly Silas nodded his head. "Yes, I am the one who called you and created those storms, because my real name is Zeus".

Jill didn't know what to say at first she wanted to find this situation absurd, but as Jill got a closer look of 'Zeus' she noticed that he was in some way glowing. "If you are who you say you are then why are you so intrested in me I'm just and average mortal woman, what could I exactly offer you?" Zeus needed to remind Jill of her name, and what she meant to him, but also to the others. "Jill do you remember what your name means?" Jill thought for a moment it had been so long since she felt that type of pride with her name, but Jill did remember how she felt when she was 10 years old and looking at the thunder storms.

"It means Child of the God's". Zeus let a wide approving smile rest on his face, it was wonderful that she had remembered. With a certain look of confustion on her face Jill asked "What are you saying, that I'm your child?" Zeus knew that the answer was going to be complicated, so he decided to put it into more simpler terms.

"To put it simply yes, you are our child, but in a literal sense you're more of a creation". Jill had so many questions that needed to be answered, but what she wanted to know was what did he mean by our? "What exactly do you mean by our, are you saying you're not the only one who created me?" Looking past her shoulder Zeus answered "No, I'm not".

Looking over her shoulder as well Jill saw four other people, she of course knew them because they were teachers as well. "Jill, I know that you know these people, but they go by different name, meet Apollo, Aphroditie, Here, and Ares". The four of them nodded their heads towards Jill as a sign of acknowledgement, with Jill doing the same, because what else could she say to divine beings that she had only heard about in mythology. "Zeus, if you don't mind me saying this I still don't understand what is going on". Zeus appreciated the fact that Jill was straightfoward, it really made is job easier.

"We have come to take you home". Jill almost chocked on her own saliva, what did he mean wasn't she already home?" When you say home, do you mean where you are from?" Zeus had to admire how calm Jill was, his other lost children always acted hystrical during this point of the conversation, there were some that would go as far as running away from him. Caustiously Zeus walked toward Jill, and held his hand towards hers. 

"Jill, I'm sure you've felt that you don't belong here on this planet, that you were made for something more". Of course, Jill felt it, it has always been there as far as she could remember, but her mother always told her it was just an extensive use of her imagination. "So, are you planning to take me away or something?" Squeezing her hand in a way that would bring comfort to Jill, Zeus calmly explanined. "I'm not taking you away, what I'm doing is showing you what you can truly be, don't you want that Jill?" 

 Before Jill could say anything shw felt warmth behind her, looking back Jill saw that the other four were glowing, as if they were showing their true forms. "Please, come with us Jill let us show you, you who were created by the God's what you are truly capable of ". The last thing that Jill remembered seeing were the warm expressions of many people, welcoming her home. 

 


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