QotD: What was the stage name of your favorite actress before she was born?

We called her Angel, the beautiful woman who would sweep down from the hills, her steed sure and swift between her knees, her sword flashing fire. She came to the beleaguered, the innocent, the small. She’d smile as she lopped the heads of bandits, severed the arms of ruffians, chased off the men of a greedy prince. Some said she’d brought kings to their knees, some in fear, some in admiration of her beauty. I never saw such myself, but I remember her hand reaching out to ruffle my boyish head, remember her laughing as she raised a pint, remember her joining in to clear the village of bodies, to sprinkle dirt upon the blood. She was one of us then, sharing the air we breathed, and her simplest look could turn you into her cherished brother. Too soon she’d be gone, riding to the hills with her trusted men, and though I heard a thousand tales of her magic city, her hidden cave, her stairway to the clouds, I think in truth no one knew her secrets. I saw that too, sometimes, in a quick flicker of pain that crossed her face. Then she’d be laughing again, and daring the smith to drink her under the table, even as she led us in a rousing song. Always there in the nick of time, always away too bloody soon, always ageless and beautiful. She stopped coming when I was a man, and I heard the stories of how she’d fallen, or of the illness that had taken her, or the dark magic that caught her heels. I grieved with the others, but I knew she’d live again, our Angel, and that certainty was stronger than hope.

(Angelina Jolie, beautiful angel)