Once our names bore meaning.

We worshiped in the Old Way then.

Ælf-win, “elf-friend.”

Os-gar, “god-spear.”

Æthel-ræd, “noble counsel.”

New Ways came, but still we held to our old and meaningful names.

Then came Billy the Bastard with his Franks, and soon our names were outland names, empty names with stories, but meaning nothing at all.

John.

Mary.

Steven.

Now we live in New Times. The Old Ways return.

And once again our names bear meaning.

Rowan.

Hunter.

Wolf.

Once our names bore meaning.

We worshiped in the Old Way then.

In our day, such times are come again.