There is no such thing, in my line of work, as an easy death. Leastways, not in this day and age. Oh, excuse my manners, I have not yet named myself. I am Marcus, a keyblade master, one of the single legion of masters, all in service to you, the Grand Master Yen-Sid, to keep the balance between Light and Shadow to make sure that the universe is in working order and all that. Yes there are, were, a few bad seeds. However those few bad seeds have, of late, grown into a few full blown trees that drop seeds of their own. And What? For a myth? A fairy tale told by our teachers to the students? Something is brewing, conflict is growing and clashes between light and dark grow more often as grass grows 'neath our feet. I am sorry Grand Master, that I shall not be able to partake in this battle. I grow weary of this conflict, and of those in it. I leave this world, before it is sundered by incompotence. I cannot partake in such a war. I hope I am able to return one day my friend, May fortune bring me home, and your forgiveness for my cowerdice. -Marcus Niemand

Yen-Sid looked up from the note left to him by one of his students and he sighed. He could not deny that Marcus had a point. Trouble is brewing, and there is not much that he could do, other than watch and pray. He has seen many possible outcomes, part of his power is foresight, and he may only hope for the best, for in this conflict, his power shall be arrested. He may only hope...