Long ago, a brave warrior named Anri redeemed the Kingdom of Altea by slaying Medeus, the demon who endangered it.
100 years King Cornelius Lowell begot Prince Marth Lowell.
Marth inherited royalty due to his direct lineage form Anri. Because of this, much was expected of him. Cornelius continually bragged of the glory he carried to the dynasty. Many visitors in formal attire came to visit the young emblem prince. When he was 4 years of age, Cornelius died, leaving him under the custody of Princess Elice, his sister. He attended the best school in Altea. Though he was royalty, he was not treated royal. His peers attacked him with cruel remarks, causing him to be socially inept. His breaks were spent with Falchion, the Sword of Light. It was given to him by his father when he was born. For the age of 5, Marth was far more skilled than most adults.
From Gallia, Tellius came Ike. When his father died, he was moved to Altea, Archnea by Princess Elincia, a friend of the family. In moving to Altea, he began a new life under the custody of an adoption center.
The two schools that Ike and Marth attended were very close together; the play yards were back-to-back, seperated by a fence. As he practiced, Marth's concentration was fully displayed through the swift movements of his sword. Ike intently watched from behind the short fence. He watched Marth for days before actually speaking his first word to him.
"You're really good at that knife!" shouted Ike, enthusiastically.
Since Marth had little to no social experience, he merely looked at Ike, smiled, and nodded.
"How do you do that?" Ike would sometimes ask, only to get a wordless demonstration from Marth.
Weeks passed, and Ike did not hear a word out of Marth. Still, he was very interested in watching him After all, he was socially inept as well.
One day, Marth was practicing a detailed move, seldom used by even professional swordsmen. Ike smiled. How he wanted to become friends with such a talented youth. About the next day, Ike decided to test his courage. Marth sat on the ground instead of practicing with Falchion. In fact, the sword had not been seen all day. Ike walked up to the fence, and leaned over.
"Hi, I'm Ike!" he said, cheerily holding out his hand.
Marth nervously mirrored his action. "I'm Marth."
Carrying on a short, childish conversation about their pasts, the two slowly became friends.