"What do you mean by Chosen One?" Lucius asked as the shroom inspected the poison gland it had just extracted.
"You don't remember? The story of the Shri'kilian," the shroom replied, using the blade to cut off any excess flesh from the gland.
"I thought the Shri'kilian was the name of the fruit."
"Shri'kilian is the name of the Chosen Elder. The elder that will take our kind to the higher tiers. We just call the fruit Shri'kilian because it is the means by which such an elder will be chosen," the shroom replied. "Can you get me a leaf," it said after, holding out its hand in wait.
"But I'm not of your kind. This doesn't sound like it will work," Lucius replied, ripping a leaf from a nearby shrub, before handing it over to the shroom.
"The legend never said the Chosen One would be of our kind, only that they will get us to the higher tiers," the shroom said before placing the gland on the leaf and beginning work on the brain.
