EDIT-12/1/08

Lonelywerewolf: Somehow, I knew I would post this story again(after the last one was deleted, sorry to those that reviewed it...if there was any, since I can't recall)...it was a lot to update for this, to explain some things:

Bold italic text indicate a flashback.

Italic text indicate thoughts.

This story takes place after the ending of Majora's Mask, the night after the moon is sent back to space, you could say, so this story will contain spoilers, for those who have not played the game.

Please enjoy and leave a review...and on the side note:

Zelda doesn't belong to me, it belongs to Nintendo.


Chapter 1: The Chamberlain and His Son

It was a rare sight for the old butler's eyes to see; lovers dancing, Zoras singing, Gorons drinking the night away in milk, people smiling and laughing. His yellow eyes scanned the bar once again. Once, twice. The scene had not changed, and neither had his mood.

But…why?

Why had this sadness clouded the need to celebrate for this old Deku?

Maybe…maybe it had been that hero's presence, just two days ago. A hero that could change his form, the hero that had saved their princess from the evil demon, Odolwa, that used to inhabit their sacred temple, and poisoned their waters. His presence had awaken memories he couldn't bear to face once again, yet it was thanks to this memories that he was inside this bar to begin with.

Time slowly passed and his mind flooded with questions; how could he show her his son's resting place? Was it the right thing to do? Was it right to let this painful sight torture him again-torture her again-with that memory of his passing?

His face grew gloomier by the second; the laughing didn't cease.


Mr. Barten couldn't make up his mind this night. He had two simple choices he could make, to work or not to work, such had to make decisions. Sure, the bar was lively and all, but even the old bartender couldn't leave his post alone and celebrate, he had people to attend to.

He passed a wet towel across the counter, and looked around, smiling at the sight before his eyes. The newlyweds, Kafei and Anju were seated close to each other, happily chatting. Some people, Zoras, and Gorons sat together in the many tables scattered around the bar. Even that famous Zora band, the Indigo-Gos, sat calmly, talking to each other after those long hours performing. Everyone seemed happy, although Lulu, the lead vocalist of the Zora band, clearly upset…something about a band member's passing, poor girl, at least she was trying her best not to show it. He went on looking until his eyes fell upon an old Deku scrub, who sat alone in the table farthest away from the crowd.

The old Deku was probably the saddest person of the bunch that the bartender had seen all night, counting Lulu of course. His head was bowed, his two wooden arms sat on the table, holding his form against it. Mr. Barten had made his decision, he left the towel where it was, and went over to the Deku's table. "Well," he began, walking towards the Deku, whose attention he had earned. "what brings you far away from your kingdom, deku friend? It surely can't be the carnival, you seem less interested in the celebration than most of us." The Deku gave the bartender a sad nod, and a smile…at least that's what it looked like.

"…ah…true. I…have come to see…m-my son, dear bartender…" Mr. Barten took a seat, facing the Deku.

"Ah! I see. Never did hear of any dekus living so close to the town, only those few Deku merchants and sort!" He gave the Deku a smile, wondering why visiting his son would make the Deku's face fall.

"He…he…doesn't live here," the old Deku told him, his head bowed again.

"No? Then wh-" he stopped at mid-sentence, noticing as the Deku shook. "Oh," he said, having realized what he really meant. "sorry about that…never did notice.." The Deku stopped shaking and wiped his yellow eyes with his wooden hand, turning to face the man.

"It is alright, dear bartender…it has been a while since I last saw him…so it just brings bad memories, but seeing him makes the pain slowly leave my soul….today I wait."

"You wait?"

"Yes…you see, someone very special comes to visit…his grave this night," the old Deku told him.

"Someone special?" the bartender asked, confused.

"A…princess, his dearest friend when he used to live…."


Wandering through the Royal Gardens was a long walk, but worth it if it got her away from her father's sight. Just an annoying old man, keeping her locked among the palace's walls with nothing better to do than to wander the gardens day in and day out. Being the sole heir to the Deku throne really bothered Althea, not like it was her fault for being the Deku Princess to begin with.

Living with an overprotective father had really taken the fun of being royalty…the only thing she could do was walk around the many beautiful, colorful flowers, and trees that decorated the garden, and even climb some walls just to reach the other side and see more plants. Guards guarded every exit of the garden, their backs staring back at her as she made her way through the long maze. Sometimes, Althea wished she had a friend to play with, but no…the king wouldn't even let her past the first gate outside, so why bother? Her loneliness never faded, the flowers were no nice company…her loneliness would at times burn her heart more than the deadliest of fires. And if it was this that she had to pay to get away from her stupid father, she'll take the fire and heal later.

Althea walked around the main garden, taking a look at the small pond that had been made years previously by an old Deku worker to please her father. It was a small, yet beautiful pond, filled with the cleanest and shiniest water of all Termina, and probably the only part of the swap she would every see. Althea couldn't complain, the water always made her feel better, she just wished she could see it with her own two eyes, it would surely be a wonderful sight to see…and so, she went on looking at the water, at her reflection …that wooden face, those small reddish eyes mixed with yellow, that long petal dress, and her long green hair braided….

"Ouch!!" Something hard fell on her head, Althea had to balance herself, almost falling head first into the small pond. She shook herself quickly and spotted her assailant, near the pond. A small deku nut was balancing dangerously near the pond, the Deku princess grabbed it before it could fall. "Who threw this!? That wasn't funny!!" Althea cried, looking around frantically for her attacker.

"Whoops!! Sorry!!" A voice called from above, much to the surprise of the Deku Princess. Through the small window up high that she could never reach, came a young Deku, on both his hands were Deku Flowers, which he used to fly. He was small, the same form as any other Deku the princess had seen. The young Deku had a small green-yellow leaf for hair, and green leaves that covered his waist down, except his feet, which were covered by brown leaves to form boots. Althea watched him, surprised by his appearance, and confused by his presence….she never had seen this boy before. He landed gracefully next to her, the flowers turning old, the petals fell to the ground, decorating the garden even more. "Hope I haven't hurt ya badly!!"

"Ah, so it was you!!" The princess replied, angrily. The Deku boy smiled, and nodded, pointing a finger at the nut she held in her hand.

"Yep! Me nut flew high, sorry about that…I was playing outside you see…never expected you to be here to catch it…" He told her, scratching the back of his head.

"Playing?" Althea asked, the Deku boy nodded. Playing, so he was no palace guard? They were the only ones, apart from a few merchants Althea had known, that could fly…even young Deku couldn't fly yet…unless… "Do…do you happen to be new here?" she asked him, completely forgetting the incident about the Deku nut altogether.

"Yeah," he told her, completely forgetting about his nut, as well. "Me and Da just moved from da fields!"

"Ah!" Althea cried, clapping her hands. "so you and your father are foreigners?"

"Yep," he told her again. "parts 'round here, know nothing, though. Da says he lived here before he moved to the fields with Ma and me."

"Oh…I see…so…did you come to visit?" The Deku boy looked at her, and was about to speak, before someone interrupted him.

"Ah! My son, what are you doing here!?" Both young Dekus turned to the source of the voice. It belonged to a an old Deku, with a green moustache, and shrubs for hair. Behind him, the great King of the Dekus walked, carrying his huge head with difficulty among the small halls. "Did I not tell you to wait for me outside?" Althea was confused. She had never seen this man before, and yet, he and her father were hanging out like some sort of close friends.

"Sorry, Da," came the reply of the young Deku. "I was playing with little nut that went through window and down the little lady's head." The moustache Deku shook his head.

"Oh…dear," he turned to Althea's father. "I do apologize, my King and to you too, Princess Althea…my boy can be quite clumsy at times." The King shrug of the apology, shaking his Deku nut staff.

"Do not let it worry you, Chamberlain, if he is to serve me as fine as you will do, I shall see to it that his clumsiness be fixed!" Althea opened her mouth, wide.

"Serve you, father?"

"Of course!!" The King told her, sending a smile her way. "My dear Princess, meet the new butler, Chamberlain, and his son, the new Deku messenger!"


This is the end of the first chapter, the other chapters will take place time after the previous chapter and so on, if you know what I mean.

Hope you enjoy the first chapter, and hopefully the rest of the story, please leave a review, or criticize, whichever comes first.