Arthur felt a cold breeze on his naked body and sneezed. The female ogre ripped her skirt off and slid the fur over Art's shoulders, shielding him from the wind. He thanked her, but now what? 

The following hour, the invasive group and the group that took him in argued over him. The female ogre was the voice of the ex-opposing force and the old chief maintained his status. They argued about whether Arthur of Aragon should go east to their village where a hundred more swords awaited him, or stay here at this village and call in the other ogres. Then they forced the decision on him, saying that they would do as he commanded. 

The silver haired boy gave it some thought. This village is not the best of places, but it could be. Time and work could turn this small village into a town. However, the village with three hundred ogres must have better houses, better food, a better system... But, they were defeated, they need a little punishment for all the wrong they've done till now. 

"Send somebody to fetch all the ogres. The fighters, the butchers, the slaves, the kids, everyone from your clan. Today two clans merge into one, here and now. Bring everyone here... What's your name by the way?" he asked the female ogre. 

"I don't have a name," she told him. 

The old chief came forward, "monsters don't have names, Great One." 

Monsters? Nameless? 

"You are not monsters," Art told them, "it doesn't matter what everybody says about you. You have compassion, I've seen it, you know how to love, how to honour traditions and fight for what you believe in. Monsters are driven by survival instinct while you are driven by emotions and principals." Though you did enslave the weak, but this world is survival to the fittest. 

Arthur ran his fingers through his silver hair. They had brought him breeches, but the brown fleece was still on his shoulders. "I know. It would be so confusing if I don't even know how to call for you, so I'll name all of you." 

A silence fell for a few seconds. During that time, Arthur could hear the wind blowing through the forest and the sky. The chirping of birds and the songs of crickets and other creatures... Then, all of them erupted like a volcano. They were all so happy for some reason he didn't understand or know. It was just a name. Even the old chief was agitated, his old legs were shaking with contentment. "Are you sure, Great one?" 

"Absolutely," of course I am, I can't keep calling you old ogre. "So what name would you like?" 

"Whatever name you like. I'll bear it with honour." 

Maybe I should give him a name similar to mine... Arthur... Art... Ar... Aros... Yes! 

"I shall name you Aros and your eldest son shall be Ros and the younger one shall be Esos... And I will name you Aella..." 

After that, Arthur named the ogres who was present on the village ground. After, all energy left his body and he passed out. He did see that they were all smiling and laughing together, they loved their names... 

"All energy drained... Entering sleeping mode for better survival rate... Energy below one percent... Estimate awaking time: two days... Good night..."