The hooded figure advanced towards me causing my last gasping breath to freeze in my throat. With a gloved finger the man bellowed
"You are the chosen one. It is your fate to save all mankind"
I stuttered uncontrollably. Could this be right? Me, the chosen one? This man was tall and quite well-built I was a scrawny figure who hadn't even finished puberty yet.
"My fate?" I finally managed to stutter
"Yes. It has been said for centuries that the chosen one is you. Roger"
"Roger? My name is Joe"
The man stuttered "Oops! Must have the wrong person"