[ WP ] You find out you 're the `` chosen one . ''

I looked at the mountain arrayed in front of me. It's just impossible. No one could accomplish this task, not even with the special tools I had been given. 
 
 No. I ca n't doubt my own ability! I am the Chosen One! Out of all the aunts, uncle, and cousins, Mom had picked me! When the meal finished, her eyes swept over the gathered mass of relations. They stopped on me. 
 
 `` Honey, the dishes are piled up in the kitchen. Will you do them?'' 
 
 With those simple words, I had been chosen, out of dozens of others. I had my quest!!! She gave me the sacred tools: rubber gloves and a scrub brush. I will conquer this mountain, for the Queen!
