Marcus touched the sword. In an instant, all he could see was a beautiful array of colors surrounding him like if he wrapped himself within Rainbow Road. And all at once, he was floating in space. There wasn't much he could see in the distance, other than some blurred light. Or, three blurred lights. One was big and light blue, a very beautiful light. However, the others, contrasted each other. The second one, was a dark light, throwing purple within its glow, and the third, very white. Before anything could begin to make sense, Marcus flew again. However, he was on an unfamiliar platform that borderd between order and chaos. He saw nothing else other than a glow between the platform that impaled him. Then he looked at himself. He was turning black, like actual night sky black before his eyes closed. Marcus opened his eyes to find himself in the same spot as when he had just touched the sword. Instantaneously, he backed away and started to inhale.

Around town, things were becoming smoother after word of Battlefield's collateral damage spread. People were going back to their jobs, and everybody was continuing to do what they do normally. Sonic was racing through the streets, Link was out in the forest exploring, Mega Man was enjoying a low down day with Roll, and Peach was at the coffee shop with Mar- Wait a moment. Peach looked around. "Mario is never late." She wondered "Perhaps he has something important to do. Maybe I should go check up on him." With that, she left with her cup of tea, towards Mario's house. Back at the plumber's place, Marcus has finally stopped his excessive panic attack towards his vision. Now, he was explaining what he saw to the mustached man, who listened with great interest. Finally, when the story was over, Mario decided to make a bold statement. "Marcus. From what you have-a told me, along with some research of my own, I have-a something quite shocking. Earlier this week, I was-a studying the same rock you came out of. I found on that-a stone, there was a prophecy. And I believe you were chosen."

For once, Marcus didn't freak out. In fact, he was laughing. You have to see it in his perspective. Here he is in a place he wasn't familiar with, with a guy he knew little about, telling him that the strange things you've seen means that suddenly you're the high and mighty "Chosen One" despite breathing in his inhaler every time he has seen something freaky and unnatural. When said that way, you must admit, you'd be laughing too. However, Marcus could tell Mario wasn't joking. "So, this isn't a joke?" he asked, already knowing the answer. Mario sadly shook his head before speaking. "Listen, I know this is a lot to handle, heck, I didn't believe it even when I was rescuing the-" Mario was interrupted by a small knock on the door. He looked out the window to find Peach waiting there before his eyes opened in shock. He had forgotten about the coffee shop! Luckily, breakfast was still hot, so maybe he would get off easy. Mario opened the door. "Hey Peach, um, come in. Breakfast is on the table." The princess looked at him with forgiving eyes before trying to analyze why he might've forgotten. She didn't have to look far. "Mario," She began "Whose this?" Mario nervously chuckled before making a more serious face. "Peach, remember what I was talking about in the meeting, with the prophecy and all?" Peach nodded, waiting to see where this was going. Mario stood proudly pointing at Marcus and said "I believe that-a I have found the "Chosen" here."

Marcus continued to looked stun even if he couldn't quite believe it himself. Him, the "Chosen one"? He was the least qualified person to even be called "the chosen", let alone a place on the chess team. He was the most asthmatic, unathletic, weak, skinny, and scared person he ever knew. "On the other hand", he quietly thought, "This is the nicest thing I have ever been called.". Suddenly, eyes were on him. He looked around carefully before making a move. Mario spoke, "So, kid how-a about testing that sword of yours?". Marcus looked at Mario carefully before slowly grabbing the sword. He dragged his new weapon off the table in order to hold his sword like a hero would in fairytales. KLONK! The sword, it seemed, was a wee bit heavier than Marcus anticipated. Mario sighed. Looks as though he's got some work to do.