Abernathy Fairly descended the staircase indicating the ceremony had officially begun. He took his place at the head of the table and turned to Percival.
“Have you selected The Chosen One?” Abernathy asked in his most formal majestic tone of voice.
“I have, Lord Fairly.”
Abernathy Fairly had been The Great Wizard of The Order of the White Lion for just over 150 years now. He formally accepted the position in 1862, becoming the youngest wizard to mastermind The Order in its long ordained history. He was of near-mythical legend among the younger members and garnered the utmost respect from the older members, personally overseeing and playing a pivotal role in stopping the Dragon uprising in 1894, an alien invasion in 1924 and the rising of Cthulhu in 1948 and once again in 1994.
Now The Order was meeting once again; to select a new Chose One, who would be trained and guided by The Order to repeal the biggest threat as of yet. An interdimensional attack from lizard people, who since 2004 had been moving into positions of power in various governments across the globe in an attempt to rid humans as the dominant species on Planet Earth.
“Who have you chosen?” Lord Fairly asked Percival, who had been given the highest honor in The Order of the White Lion, aside from being asked the lead The Order. Percival was asked to select the next Chosen One. The man, or woman who would lead the human race to victory in the secret war currently being waged against them.
“Myself,” Percival said defiantly, then stood up a little straighter than he had been. He was The Chosen One now and excellent posture gave an air of confidence and confidence was going to be crucially important.
“What? You can’t do that.” Lord Fairly said, his pompous tone replaced with a high pitched nasally whine.
“Why not?” Percival asked.
“Well. Because you were given a perfectly fine pool of candidates to choose from.” Abernathy crossed his arms. “Besides, it’s against the rules.”
“Not according to the bylaws.” Percival pulled out a pocket-sized copy of the bylaws that Abernathy had printed two years ago; he regretted that decision now. “The bylaws clearly state that if I don’t find any of the candidates suitable I have authority to choose ANYONE I like. I choose myself.”
“What’s wrong with the candidates?”
“Well, they’re all babies for one.”
“They have to be babies. We have to have time to train them.”
“Bylaws don’t say that.” Percival crossed his arms showing Abernathy he wouldn’t back down. “I am sticking with my original choice. Myself.”
Abernathy Fairly was fairly nonplussed; in his 200 plus years with The Order, nothing like this had ever happened.
“You can’t choose yourself,” Abernathy said after he messed up his face. “Make another selection.”
“Fine.” Percival snorted slowly. “I choose Keanu Reeves.”
“What?” Abernathy belted in shock, he stood and slammed his hands on the table in a fit of rage. “No. You can’t choose yourself. You can’t choose Keanu Reeves. I suggest that you start to take this a little more seriously Percival.”
Abernathy ran his hands down his robe, easing out a crease, then sat down once he had regained his composure. He waved his hand motioning for Percival to continue.
“I choose John Cena.”
Abernathy slammed his fist on the table once again then pointed a finger at Percival. Percival smirked undeterred by the look Abernathy was giving him; the one that could kill a mere mortal man.
“Sir.” A quiet voice spoke behind Abernathy. He turned to see Farnum, often called Farnum the Fool whose entry into The Order of the White Lion still remained its biggest mystery.
“What is it, Farnum?” Abernathy spoke through his teeth, unable to hind is frustrations.
“I second John Cena sir.”
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