Plot
See also: List of Fire Emblem: Shadow Dragon charactersLong ago, the continent of Archanea was invaded by the Dolhr Empire, led by the Shadow Dragon Medeus. The people lived in fear and despair. Anri, a youth from Altea, defeated the Shadow Dragon using the Falchion. The Kingdom of Archanea was restored and the world entered an age of peace. However, 100 years later, Medeus was resurrected.
Cornelius, the king of Altea and successor of Anri is left to battle Medeus with the Falchion in hand. Meanwhile, Cornelius's only son and the prince of Altea, Marth, awaits his father's return as he passes his days training himself in both sword and pen. Marth is forced to escape his kingdom to the island, Talys, with his most trusted knights when an allied country betrays Altea and seizes their throne. Marth's older sister stays behind, never to see Marth again, only hoping that Marth would one day return and take back what is rightfully his.
A few years have passed since Marth's stay at Talys when the small country is attacked by pirates. The princess, Caeda, informs Marth of the island's danger and that she is worried about the wellbeing of her father, the king. Marth and his men are quick to defeat the pirates. Afterward the king tells Marth that the time has come to retake his kingdom and that he should travel to Aurelis and speak with many so that they might join Marth's side. So with some of the king's most trusted men, Marth leaves for Aurelis.
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