A/N- Thanks for the review, The-Saiyan-From-Hyrule... I have nothing better to do, so I'm writing some more on this one.

Disclaimer- Yo, do ya think I own Zelda?

Malina sniffed the air and promptly sneezed. "I don't get it!" She started complaining again. "It's just my tenth birthday. Why is it so important that I appear to be the Princess that everyone knows that I'm not. It doesn't seem right, Mistress Impa."

Impa sighed at the Princess. Everyday, she seemed to be getting more and more defiant, and less and less wanting to be a pretty princess that ruled over the land justly. Today was the young Princess's birthday, and if she had a choice, she would probably be outside learning how to use a bow and arrow, or even perhaps a sword.

Impa put Malina's hair up in the ribbon that she had kept all those years. It had been from her mother, on the Princess's first birthday. She had kept it all this time so that she would have something in memory of her mother.

"Mistress Impa, will you play me it again? I'm starting to get nervous in front of all those people... ugh, I hate talking to all those people..." Malina shivered at the thought of being in front of all those people and having to speak to them. "Please, Impa..."

Impa brought her ocarina out, slight amusement on her face. "I swear, half of the time you only get out of bed to hear this song. Now be quiet, Princess." Impa began playing and Malina tried to restrain herself from singing along. It was, after all, her favorite song. After a moment, Impa stopped playing.

"Now, Princess. Are you ready? If you aren't, I'm afraid that it's too late to run away." Impa smiled gently at Malina, who sighed softly at this.

"I suppose that I have no choice by this point. After today, I will have much more restricted times, yes? I'm going to start truly learning how to rule this country, even if I do not wish to." Malina spoke just as softly as she had sighed. Impa placed a hand about the girl's shoulders.

"Do not worry. You shall do perfect."

Daysin glanced around the throne room, amazement in his eyes. They had told him that it was large, but he had not expected it to be that big. He brushed his dark brown hair out of his red colored eyes, a slight smile on his face. The thirteen-year-old was quite pleased that anyone could get into the palace tonight, including a peasant as himself.

"Hey, Day." Lord Jine said with slight amusement as he walked up to the young boy. Lord Jine was nearly thirty and you could trust him pretty much as far as you could throw him. And this man certainly wasn't underweight. Nor was he just right. He had mud brown hair and crystal blue eyes that said that he was fairly intelligent.

"Lord Jine!" Daysin cried, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I am truly honored to have such an amazing and wonderful man even look at me! But to speak to me!" Lord Jine rolled his eyes at the young boy, sighing.

"Of course, what else would I expect from a boy as yourself? Now, tell me what you're really doing here, and don't just say that you're here for the Princess's birthday." Lord Jine took another swig of ale after saying this. Daysin looked in disgust at the man in front of him.

"You're going to kill yourself with all that ale. And the way that it dribbles down your frizzy little beard... you are certainly a disgusting man." Normally, people could be thrown in the dungeon for saying things as such. However, Daysin and his father had done quite a few things for this man, not entirely honest things, might I add, but because of this fact, Daysin was allowed to say whatever he wanted to the man in front of him.

"Don't change the subject, boy." Lord Jine murmured, feeling the affects of the alcohol beginning to take effect.

"Of course, O Lord and Master of Mine!" Daysin said, sarcasm still written all across his voice. "If you must know, I actually am just here to see the Princess. Maybe steal a few things from her room the moment that she's gone, but nothing too valuable. I'm just here for the show." Lord Jine raised one eyebrow, still mostly sober.

"What sort of show are we talking about, here? Arrest worthy, death worthy, or maybe just an innocent trick?" Daysin laughed, a glimmer in his dark eyes that showed nothing. Lord Jine suddenly felt rather nervous.

"You'll have to see yourself, old man. It's not my doing, I just heard about it in the tavern. Oh, and I'm supplying the, erm, distraction. It's hard to really do all this without revealing our entire plan to you. I'm not even supposed to be talking to you right now, if you must know."

"If you say so... but, where is your father, Tura? Is he alright?" Daysin glared at the chubby man, his red eyes glowing like embers.

"Two things. One, what do you care about my father? On multiple occasions, he nearly died and you thought nothing of it. And secondly, don't call me that stupid, mother given name! I hate it more than I hate you." Daysin turned from Lord Jine and made his way through the crowd. Where? Anywhere besides being next to that man.

Lord Jine felt a slight smile come to his lips. A devious, evil one. He could always catch the boy later. That was not of importance.

Malina walked into the room, her face red. The trumpets began blaring, announcing that the young, royal lady had just entered the room. Of course, if it had been up to her, she would have come in silently and had a seat on her royal throne. However, the world just wouldn't allow that.

The moment people began seeing her, they started bowing and curtsying and all that annoying stuff. They made a pathway through themselves and Malina pouted as she walked up there. Being a princess was annoying and terribly dull. She would have preferred to be farm girl, or even perhaps a maid. Anything but what she was.

Princess Malina looked in back of herself. Impa would be joining her the moment that the Princess seated her royal bottom on her royal throne. But for the moment, she felt alone and unprotected. Which was slightly true. However, Impa was about to get a little busy.

"Excuse me, but are you Mistress Impa?" A boy with red eyes asked the woman. Impa glanced in surprise at him. She nodded slowly and smiled at the boy's innocent look.

"Yes, I am. Why?" The boy smiled happily, as though he had no cares in the world. Impa noticed this and thought that it was a bit... suspicious. She felt that she couldn't trust this boy one bit. And she was right.

"Open the horse." Was his answer. Impa's eyes widened at that and she turned to see if Malina was okay. Daysin slipped back into the crowd, his eyes full of darkness.

Princess Malina blinked in surprise as a man jumped out at her. The crowd erupted in shouts and gasps. Malina, however, merely sidestepped the man, a frown etched on her face. She grabbed both of his hands and held them behind his back. Malina took two fingers and pressed them on the man's neck, hitting pressure points. He was promptly knocked out.

Another man jumped at her, holding a knife. He tried to tackle her, but Malina bent backwards, sending him flying over her and on top of another man who had tried to attack her from behind. By that point, Impa grabbed both of the men and promptly kicked them in the neck, breaking them.

"Well, I must say, that put a slight bit of excitement on my boring old birthday." Malina said happily, clapping her hands together. "Wouldn't you say so, Mistress Impa?" Impa sighed in exasperation at her.

"Personally, I'd rather not have any more excitement on your birthday. Guards! Come dispose of these bodies and find out who this one is working for." Impa pointed to the man that was still alive after that time.

"Yes, ma'am!" They all said at the same time, scampering over to get everything. The only person that seemed sad that it was all over was Malina. In fact, she seemed rather disappointed.

"I do suppose that this means that I'll still have to give that long and tedious speech, won't I, Mistress Impa?" Malina asked Impa sadly. The Sheikah woman stared at her a moment before groaning in exasperation.

"Yes, Princess, it does."

Lord Jine walked over to Daysin, who was sipping some water in a corner. "What in the world happened just now, boy?!" Jine demanded. "You better tell me soon if not right now." Daysin smiled that creepy smiled of his, one that barely parted his lips.

"It's called seeing what goes on with the Princess. My new master wanted to know about her skills in defensive art. True, it will be a few years before he'll actually attack her, but still. He had me gather some men that would certainly fail any plan that we put them to, such as killing the Princess. I'll go back to him later tonight and report."

Lord Jine's jaw dropped. Daysin had a new master? He had vowed never to get caught up in those things again. And... who was this master?

"Daysin, who is this new master of yours?! I must know!" Lord Jine cried, shaking the red eyed boy's shoulders. Daysin shrugged him off, closing his eyes and keeping his back turned to the portly man.

"Well, if you must know, his name is... is Vaati." Even more shock filled Jine. It was... it was impossible. There was no way... and yet it was true.

A/N- I couldn't think of a suitable ending for this chapter, so I guess this will have to due. More is on the way... I guess.