Lord Of The Band — The Council Of Antol

Lord Of The Band — The Council Of Antol – 4/10/04

“Strangers from distant lands, friends of old. You’ve been summoned here to answer the threat of Keansburg. Middle New Jersey stands upon the brink of destruction. None can escape it. You will unite or you will fall. Each of us is bound to this fate, this one doom,” Mr. Antol announced regally, as he stood in the center of the circle of chairs. Magnanimously, he paused before saying, “Bring forth the baton, Kate.”
As she came forward and laid the baton on the platform, Mr. Antol took his seat, to let the enormity of this task fall upon all of them. After Kate sat back down, she heard a voice from the opposite side of the circle.
“So, it’s true,” Shannon said, with a mix of wonder and glee. “It’s a gift. A gift from those meanies in Keansburg. Why not use this baton? My dad’s long since kept Keansburg’s forces at bay. By our playing, and the marching of us in our Mr. Roger uniforms, are the rest of your lands kept safe! Give Stockton the weapon of the enemy. Let us use it against him!”
“You can’t weild that thing!” the mysterious, tall, gangly one cried out. Kate recognized him as the one to lead herself, Dolly, Jason, and Ryan from Hazlet to where they were now. “None of us can. That baton answers to one swine, and one swine alone. It doesn’t have another master.”
“And what does a gangly know-it-all know about this?”
“This is no mere know-it-all,” someone else said. “He is Andrew, son of Andronian. You owe him your allegiance.”
“Andrew? This . . . is Mr. Vinci’s heir?”
“And heir to the mayor’s seat in Trenton.”
“Trenton doesn’t have a mayor,” Shannon said, looking puzzled. “Trenton doesn’t need a mayor, either.”
Peter stood up, leaning on his staff. “Andrew is right,” he said, bringing them back to subject. “We cannot use it.”
“You have only one choice. The baton must be destroyed.”
A large guy dressed all in black stood up, grabbed an axe, and said vehemently, “Then what are we waiting for?!” He came forward, and brought the axe down on the baton, but alas! the axe broke, and shot him backwards.
“Ouch!!” he cried.
“Where’d that axe come from?” Shannon asked.
“The baton cannot be destroyed, Denny, son of Benny, by any craft that we here possess. The baton as made on the shores of Keansburg. Only there can it be unmade. It must be taken deep into Keansburg and cast back into the slimey, watery chasm from whence it came. One of you must do this.”
“You can’t just walk into Keansburg!” Shannon exclaimed. “Are you nuts? There’s a yucky presence there that doesn’t sleep. A lot like me when I’m hyper. But still, you’re gonna risk getting watched by those eyes? It’s a barren wasteland, riddled with fire, and ash and dusty stuff. The very air you breathe is a poisonous fume. You couldn’t do this with a hundred people, let alone just one!”

Okay, this is all I feel like typing for now. I’ll do up the rest tonight. Enjoy!!

–Notes–

Ha! This made me laugh…I love parodies. [new way to be human]
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Interesting…..What’s so bad about Keansburg?? *lol* [SolarEclipse]