The Mechanic’s Chosen

“What’s your name, stranger?” Cosmo asked as he got into the pristine, white limousine, following the silver-haired man. “Also, where are you taking us?”

The man chuckled, running a hand through the light tendrils of hair. “My name is of no importance to you, but you and your friend may call me Tyrone. That may or may not be my true name. As for where I’m taking you? Well, we’re going to the Conclave of Mechanists’ base of operations.”

“The Conclave of Mechanists?” Cosmo took a seat across from the man, while Perd got into the vehicle beside him. “I thought this job was for a conveyancing firm. What do mechanisms have to do with it?”

Tyrone cracked his knuckles, then gazed out the tinted window of the limo. “As I alluded to, that was a mere front, my good kobold friend. We simply wanted to draw you here with the offer of a job. We need your help in a great war going on beneath the surface of this world. People interested in machinery of any kind make up the members of our order. I, myself, was once visited a mechanic offering service near Bentleigh, before being pulled into this magical world. In fact, most of our members once took their car to a mechanic.”

“But what do you need Cosmo for?” asked Perd, leaning back in his seat.

Waving for the driver to start the vehicle up, Tyrone’s lip drew into a serious line. “Cosmo has been chosen by the Council of Mechanists for reasons I cannot say. Somehow, he is to bring the war to an end and create a new era of peace and prosperity, where machines make life simple for all. It has been a long time since I needed a service for my broken-down car at my local auto electrical shop close to Bentleigh, and I have seen many things since joining this cause. To think that our goals will soon be achieved with your help, Cosmo, fills me with great joy. It is an honour to meet you, chosen one.”