Sorry Karl, I really didn't know Nick used a two-handed sword. Oh well, what's done is done. Thank you for the reviews guys! Happy Easter and here's chapter six!

Chapter Six-Life's Little Problems

"Father!" Dameon screamed in excitement as he ran down the castle hallway. The man standing on the other side of it was dressed in a royal black armour. He held his helmet in one arm and carried a bunch of scrolls in the other. He turned to the boy and smiled. His crimson eyes looked at Dameon with joy. He brushed back some of his short brown hair and went onto one knee.

"Father! Father! You're back!" Dameon wrapped his small arms around the man's neck.

"My! You've grown!" His father said holding the boy in his arms.

Zelda slowly made her way down the hallway.
"Richard! How did the trade agreement with Laska turn out? And do my ears deceive me or is the royal family coming here for a week! You didn't tell me, and they're coming later today!"
Zelda approached her husband, "you can at least warn me sometime! I have to get Impa to get Dameon ready! But, did you have a good trip? You were gone quite awhile."

Richard sighed, "It's all worked out. Yes, I didn't warn you but the king insisted that Princess Christine would meet my son.

And Zelda?"

"Yes, Richard?"

"Calm down, you always seem to worry over silly things."

"This is a royal family of a powerful country! Why don't you act worried for once?"

"Life is too short and boring to be worried all the time. I still want time to enjoy the simple prince life, yet then the fun ends...

But, enough of that talk!" Richard put Dameon on the ground and brought Zelda in close. "I missed you and Dameon." He kissed her on the lips and brought her away.

"Ewww!" Dameon said, while sticking his tongue out, "Father?" The little boy straightened his posture and held out his hand.

"Yes, Dameon I didn't forget. Carl!" One of the prince's servants came by holding a fairly large package, which he handed to the young boy. Dameon opened the package. It was a long slender bow!

"Thank you father!" The prince was ready to run and play but stopped dead in his tracks. He turned around and bowed, "I'll be in the courtyard, father and mother." Dameon started running towards the courtyard.

"Sometimes that boy is too formal.. Keane sure did a good job teaching him that.." Richard commented. "Well, these scrolls won't fill out themselves ... Good-bye dear." Richard picked up the scrolls he dropped and headed to his study.

Zelda turned around quickly and speedily walked down the hallway. "So much to do and so little time!" she mumbled.

It was late in the afternoon and Impa was trying her best to get the young prince ready. The sheikah woman sighed as the prince stood on his bed with only his pants on. She combed back two loose white strands of her hair, "Dameon, you have to get dressed! Princess Christine and her father will be here soon!"

"I refuse to meet a princess! They're icky and boring," Dameon whined as he jumped off the bed and getting out of Impa's reach.

"You remind me so much of your mother, but at least she didn't run away. Dameon, you have to get ready!"

"Make me! I refuse to meet that girl!"

"Then you leave me no choice..." Impa got a small nut from her pocket. She slammed it to the ground and a huge flash of light followed. Dameon covered his eyes with his hands. Impa grabbed his right arm and lifted him up. When Dameon's eyes recovered he started kicking around. "Don't fight me, sir! I will get you dressed the easy way or the hard. Which way would you pick, your highness?"

Dameon gritted his teeth as Impa put him to the ground. He stood still as she lifted his right arm and put it in the right sleeve and then his left and then buttoned up the shirt. She sat him on the bed and put each sock on then his boots. "There! That's better young sir! You look nice this way! Now let's make our way to the draw bridge to meet them."

"I don't want to see that Princess! I'd rather go play with Aurora than her."

"Come along Dameon." Impa grabbed his hand and led him to the draw bridge.

Zelda stood with Richard and a man that Dameon had never seen before. The old man had long black hair and dull black eyes. He wore a red silk tunic with a long silk coat. On the edges were sewn in rubies and gems. His fingers were covered in gold and silver rings. He looked at Dameon and Impa and smiled at them. Dameon cringed looking at the man, for he wasn't the nicest looking face around.

"Dameon, this is King Luth of Laska. He's with his daughter Princess Christine." Dameon took a few steps forward and bowed and then quickly made his way to his father side.

"Charming young lad!" Luth laughed, "Come out darling!" Christine stepped out of the carriage. Dameon was biting his lip not trying to gag or laugh. Christine inherited her father's eyes, hair and face. Her nose was big, her lips slim, and she had uneven eyes and bony cheeks. Her skin was extremely pale and she wore a huge puffy pink dress with many white frills at the end and she wore jewellery all over. She walked to Dameon and put her gloved hand in front of him. Dameon closed his eyes in disgust as he took the hand and kissed it.

"Nice to meet you Prince Dameon." She said giggling.

Dameon rolled his eyes, "Nice to meet you."

"Aren't they precious together!" Commented Luth. "Come now! We have some trade agreements with your father to sort out!"

"Impa, look after these two. We have a meeting with my father.." Zelda said and the three royal adults walked towards the castle.

"Is there a place where I can get some food, Prince Dameon?" Christine asked.

"This way," Dameon started walking.

"Won't you take my arm and guide me there?"

Dameon looked at Impa with puppy eyes, but she nodded. He stamped his foot and took Christine's arm and guided her to the kitchens and dining room. Impa walked in front of the kids, as they passed through the main hallway. Dameon looked back. A girl who was around twelve was following them. She had strangely long silver hair. Her eyes were a soft yellow, and her ears were extremely long. She wore a sleeveless black top and shorts. Her brown leather boots came to her knees and her gloves came up to her mid biceps. The strange eye tattoo on her forehead and the purple stripes on her neck caught Dameon's attention. She didn't look to amused as she stared bored at the walls.

"Dameon?" Christine said. Dameon kept staring at this one girl. "DAMEON!" She yelled in his ear. He looked around startled and gave her a fake smile. "That's better. Now where's the kitchen?" Dameon pointed to the door Impa was waiting by. "I don't feel like eating anymore. Can you take me to the courtyard?" Dameon sighed, and they turned around. The girl walked around them and began to follow them from behind with Impa.

They made it to the courtyard. Christine ran ahead and looked at the flowers. "This place is so pretty!" She ran over to the fountain, which was located in the middle and saw the fish in it. "Dameon come here and see this with me!" She called out.

"It's not like I haven't seen it before..." He mumbled under his breath. Impa gave him a small push forward, so he dragged his feet towards the fountain and took a seat on the bench. After an hour Christine was still watching the fish. Impa was gone and Dameon was utterly bored. He gazed around. His bow and targets were so close but he couldn't use them at the moment. He looked up at the huge oak tree and saw that same girl from before sitting on a limb. She was sharpening a blade and not paying any attention to what was happening around her.

"Who's that?" Dameon tugged on Christine's shoulder and pointed to the girl.

"Oh, her. That's Kasha, my personal guard and servant. You want to see her? She can do this really neat move. I'll make her show you." The girl looked our way at the mentioning of her name.

"Kasha!" Christine yelled, Kasha put the blade away and jumped off the limb. She sped over and bowed in front of the kids. "Kasha, can you show him that neat move!"

"Your highness, I'd rather not do that 'move' just to show off..."

"I order you to! Or you can spend another week in the dungeon."

Kasha sighed and walked a few steps back and stood there for a second. She brought both arms out and bent her knees. She sprung backwards and landed on one hand and went again into the air and spun two times. She landed on both feet. Dameon was amazed by the move. "She can do it with two swords in her hands too! I've seen her do it!"

"Christine, I only draw my blades when I must."

"I want to see you do the move with your swords! You know what will happen if you don't!"

"Oh goodie, the whip." She said, while rolling her eyes, "It doesn't hurt anymore, and I never get tired of it." Dameon thought he was hearing things in his mind. Why would she whip Kasha for not showing that one move?
"Don't worry I'll be there bright and early when we get back. Better to get it done sooner or later. Anything else you wish of me, your majesty?" Kasha said in a dull dry tone.

"Don't speak at me with that tone! That gets you another whipping!" Christine clenched her fist.

"The more the merrier," Kasha said. Dameon just stared at her face. She had not one sign of emotion in her eyes or face. "Princess, are you going to waste anymore of my time?"

"Kasha! I want you to stop using that tone with me! Or it's a month in the dungeon."

"Yes! A vacation from you! And a whole month too! Wow, that's a deal!" Dameon looked at Christine who was turning bright red in her face with anger. He had never seen anyone act like this towards someone of royalty.

"A vacation from me! Being with me is worse than the dungeon! Why you! I'm going to talk to father and if you're lucky you may only end up with being in the dungeon for the rest of your life!" Christine started to cry and ran towards where she expected her dad to be.

Kasha smiled and chuckled, "That girl cracks me up. What are you looking at, Prince Dameon?"

Dameon took his eyes off her, "why did you talk to her like that?"

"Kid, you're too young and haven't been around her enough to know why I talk to her like that. She needs a reality check. So what, I get some whippings... it's better than hearing her voice any day.."

"She said something about being in the dungeon for the rest of your life?"

"She says that a lot, but her father wouldn't kill me, which is a shame really. But death is just a coward way out of the miserable life I have. Don't worry about me, kid. She won't kill me... I'm too valuable.. So, what other questions do you have before I go talk to Luth.."

"Why would they even whip you? You didn't do anything wrong?"

"But I did. I didn't listen to her, which is a bad thing I guess. Kid, be happy that you're in the small minority of nobility. Be thankful you don't have my life." She looked around and noticed a few soldiers coming their way, "Why, would you look at that! The happy patrol!"

"Happy patrol?"

"It's just King Luth's top knights. I love it how they'll drag me to him. Well, it's been nice talking to you prince. I'll see you in no time!"

Kasha walked up to the three men and the one boy in armour. The boy was the only one without helmet, and he had short blond hair. He looked worried at Kasha, but she only smiled at him. "Kasha, you know the King wants to see you?" The boy said with concern in his voice.

"Don't worry yourself Bradon.. I've been through this enough, and it doesn't hurt." Kasha walked off with the men.

Impa came into the courtyard and Dameon ran to her. "Impa! They're going to take that one girl and whip her!"

Impa looked at Dameon, "sir, for them it's quite common to punish their servants. They believe that's its ok to torture people, but we don't. Now, let's not speak of this again. You're parents request you in the throne room." Dameon nodded. He looked back for a second and then turned around and followed Impa up the stairs.

Andrya slowly got up from her small bed and she looked straight ahead. Nick was still sound asleep. She looked over to the right. There a small girl in the other bed was also still asleep. Andrya got up from the bed grabbed her lute and headed towards the door. She slowly opened it, slipped out and quietly closed it behind her. She took a few steps and breathed in the morning air. Andrya slowly went down the ladder and soon was on solid ground again. She made sure she had her lute and then headed to the local tavern.

She opened the door and a smell of liquor hit her senses right away. She walked in and there everyone with blood red eyes stared at her. There was an awkward moment of silence, "Allo!" Andrya called out. Everyone started cheering. She hopped on the stage, and was about to play her lute until a person caught her eye. A man was sitting in the corner sipping some rum. His black hair was messy, greasy and long and his eyes were blood shot and he seemed rather dirty. "Ye old man! How dare ye show ye butt here!" Andrya said pointing at the man. "I'll tell ye for the last time! I never wanted to see ye ugly face again!" The tavern patrons looked at the man who slouched more in his chair trying not to be noticed.

"I can't believe me eyes! It's old man Hick!" The bar tender said. "I thought he was exiled from the village!"
Andrya jumped off the stage and made her way to Hick. Some rather muscular men got up and followed the small bard, since she did have some powerful friends. "Ye! Once ye left Jenny and me, I figured ye would never show ye sticking face here again! Ye forget that ye been exiled from the village?"

Hick went on both knees, "Imma still both of you father! I come here to get some money from you! I need it real bad! I have a debt to pay off or they take my head! Please lend you pops some money!"

Andrya turned her head, "ye won't get a green rupee! Ye taken everything from us, and now want something more ! Get him out of my sight!"

"But you! You my child! Just help me!"

"Wow, ye too drunk to speak proper.. Never come near me again or Jenny!" Two men carried Hick out of the village and threw him to the ground.

"Don't ever come back!" One said as they went back up the village stairs.

Andrya sat at the bar, drinking some milk. "That man! He just gets on me nerves!"

"Don't blame yourself, missy. Old man Hick is a weirdo. Have you even heard the rumours about how he came to be your father?" The bartender said.

"I'm all ears..."

"Words have spread that he raped your mother, and they had you. So they married just to give you a family, and then Jenny came to be.. He's a creep nonetheless and doesn't deserve to be here.."

Andrya put her glass down, "I wouldn't be surprised.." She got up and walked out the door. "I wonder if sleeping beauty is up." Andrya headed towards the windmill...

Chapter six is finished. Now you have some insight into Andrya and Dameon and some new characters. Hoped you enjoyed it.