Changing the World: All-New Tales of Valdemar

:The Chosen are Chosen by Fate, David. We become their Companions to help them fulfill that fate. We’re an expensive line item, silver hooves and all, so we go where the need is most.:

“So, then you’re here to Choose someone?”

:Yes, David.:

He looked up and down the road. No one was in sight. He began to get an odd, warm feeling in the of his stomach.

:No, David. That role is not yours. There is always a bard, to record the history, to document the story of the Chosen for all ages. It will be your story, if you choose to write it.:

He felt a surge of bitter disappointment. In an instant, he’d seen, he’d read, the flash of sublime joy at being Chosen, and it was gone. “So, then. A job as a sidekick. Great.” He made no effort to hide the hurt. “What about the woman in Oklahoma?”

:This is beneath you, Dave. She can tell our story as fiction, but I will not be in this story, except as steed. My story is told elsewhere. This will be the Chosen’s story. The one who changes the future.:

The Companion glanced towards the golf bag. :Would you get my clubs? The woods are Calloways, but even good clubs can’t fix a tendency to slice. I have an appointment.:

The Companion turned toward the barn.

“The girl?”

:The girl who changes the world. Want to write the story?:

Dave thought about it for almost a minute.

“Sure.”