Within a small chapel deep within the Nicaraguan countryside one by one men in dark robes sneaked their way in. Every man who entered the chapel were of wealth, not to the average eye, but to others they could tell their small accessories were ones of high price. Small gems and golden watches that would cost a fortune to the average citizen of Nicaragua. Once all the robed men entered the chapel and no more arrived, they removed their hoods to reveal their faces. All were men of power, high level senators, generals, even members of the Junta. They had all sworn a sacred blood oath to hide whatever happened in this meeting as secret, all of them had everything to lose. The leader of the group, a man by the name of Francisco Cortés, a high level general and son of one of the Junta members, clapped his hands together in order to gain the attention of his fellow conspirators.

"Harken, we beseech Thee, O Lord, to our prayers, and deign to bless with the right hand of Thy Majesty this sword with which Thy servant wishes to be girded, that it may be a protection of churches, widows, orphans and all Thy servants against the cruelty of republicans, and may it be the fear, terror and dread of all evil-doers. In the name of Christ the Lord. Amen."

"Amen." they echoed.

Cortés looked upon his brothers in the small chapel and smiled.

"Sons of Nicaragua, you have been invited to this meeting as patriots of our fine country. You are the cream of the crop of this nation, true citizens, brothers without peers. Without you, this nation would not be as great as it already is."

He paused for effect.

"However! This nation has not matched the power it once had during the era of the Captaincy General of Guatemala, back when our Bonaparte fathers ruled! When our nation was ruled by men of proper power, men of hereditary respect, men that were born to rule! We have fallen so far, being under the whims of the masses, mob rule is not meant for our people. Our people desire the leadership of one, of the few, men who have the knowledge of how to rule a state."

His conspirators cheered along.

"Already our people are beginning to support the leadership of the few, look at our Junta! The people of Nicaragua crave our ruler-ship, they just don't know it yet, we will awaken them to their own desires."

Claps echoed in the small chapel.

"Today, I announce the formation of a secret society of brothers, The Knights of Bolívar. Men dedicated to patriotism, God, and the Crown."

He paused, already his conspirators begun murmuring around each other, until one of the men there, Antonio de la Gonzales spoke up.

"What Crown? The one in Spain? There has not been a Crown in Nicaragua since 1820! Who would be our King? Would we invite a Bonaparte? A Bourbon?"

Cortés smiled and shook his head.

"Not a Royal Crown, the Crown of the People! An El Presidente For Life! Just like Bolívar! We would make our nation loyal to one President for their entire life! We would support him with a Senate of hereditary Criollos, Knight-Senators, all united by the devotion to the Knighthood and to the people!"

Claps echoed through the small crowd of notoriously rich and powerful men. One of the men, a Captain in the Navy, Miguel Sánchez, pulled out his sword and raised it in the air.

"For The Knights!"

His call was echoed out, "For The Knights!"