“Captain Hook. Houk. Whatever. Do you need something?”
Her name is Alicia. Recently, through a bit of unfortunate circumstance, she ended up here between realms also. Houk shakes his head slowly, dipping his pen into the ink again. He starts to write another name.
Allison Lyttle.
“You spelled it wrong.” Alicia says as she watches.
“No, I didn’t.”
“I would know!” Alicia laughs. “It’s Little.”
“Not anymore.” Houk says, and even as he does, the new text on the paper starts to glow. It flares up into a blinding light before settling again.
“All these names are wrong..” Alicia says, looking up and down the text. “Why?”
“Copyright.”
“Wait..what?”
Captain Houk smirks, and terms to look at the young woman. “I’m joking. The names, it is an gnomish thing. They are a superstitious lot, and were here long before I was even dreamed about. When one crosses into this realm, they are changed. So the gnomes request that their names also be changed.."- https://windwhistle.art/second-star-to-the-right/

Whistler's Glade

' 'It isn't,' said the Caterpillar. 
'Well, perhaps you haven't found it so yet,' said Alice; 'but when you have to turn into a chrysalis — you will some day, you know — and then after that into a butterfly, I should think you'll feel it a little queer, won't you?'

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