Out of the night that covers me,Black as the Pit from pole to pole,I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tearsLooms but the Horror of the shade, And yet the menace of the years Finds and shall find me unafraid.
It matters not how straight the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll,I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul.
Ernest Henley

Ok, I’ll start off by explaining my name. I once worked at a wilderness therapy program called redcliff ascent, if you've ever seen the TV program "brat camp" you'd understand. well after a while you are given a new name, only this one will be one you have earned through your actions rather than one that your parents thought didn't sound too dorky twenty years ago. The name that stone bear thought fit me was quietelk. The quiet stands for an ability to think before acting, and the elk is thought to be a wise yet powerful animal. Later on in my stay at redcliff my name also came to mean that I had a tendency to sneak around and catch kids doing things that they weren’t supposed to, such as swapping medication, or plotting to run away.