Everything you can imagine is real.

"Help me!" The young boy jumped hard as the cry sounded through his earphones. His heart immediately began racing painfully as he pulled out the noise blaring plugs and looked around him, trying to peer into the dark alleyways.

Scratching sounds and that of mass being thrown against a wall resonates from across the two lane street. The boy looks at the dark alley in suspicion, two dark figures are struggling with a smaller figure. "Shuddap would ya!" One grumbles as the teen 20 feet away has a mental dilemma. The thought of walking away fleets his mind as he stuffs his phone somewhere inside of his backpack and races across the street. No one's out at this time, except of course rapists and lonely mute boys.

Said lonely mute boy slows down his steps as he realizes his approach was very loud, and he does not want to end up like the victim here he's trying to save. Is he trying to save her? What is he even doing? His thoughts get cut off as the men look up, the boy's body having blocked the light of the street lamp.

Shit.

The blond boy stances himself so he looks built and powerful when the two men in full black turn to him. There's a girl under one's hands pressed against the wall. Her eyes are bleeding tears and mascara, she begs with her eyes for the mysterious boy to help.

He has no way to defend himself, and he stuffed his only emergency contact device in his backpack. No speed dial to the local police station for him.

"Who are you?" One man snarls, the one who wasn't holding the woman...this one had a gun.

Shitshitshit.

What was he doing! He was just a kid in highschool. No friends, no money or special talent, no training.

He couldn't fight these people!

"Hah he doesn't know who he is!" the one with the girl laughs. The girl in his arms was now looking down in hopeless prayer.

"Common let's go."

Link steps forward as the man pulls the girl up and throws her over his shoulder.

"Boy…" the man with the gun takes up a defensive stance.

"Do you speak? What do you want?" the girl watches the boy clench his teeth and look at her.

"Ah, wants to be hero." the man sneers.

The boy's face flushes bright red in anger, but is hidden in the dark of the night.

"So come on, let's play hero and villain!" The man with the gun steps forward, watching as the boys eyes narrowed on the gun in his hand.

"Oh, defenseless?" The boy stiffens.

"You can't be a hero, no, step down!" The blond boy advances forward with a reared arm, but as he meets the man his fist misses and he is swung around and pushed onto his knees, his face watching the empty road and the flickering streetlights. His stomach drops deathly so to the pit of his stomach as he starts to panic.

His hands are pulled behind his back and a clinking sound alerts him to the presence of multiple weapons of some sort, and it's then he realizes he needs to struggle.

So the boy struggles, luckily so that his hands slip out of the man's hands. He feels the cool metal of the gun fall from the man's hands and pay him forearm as he rolls away and tries to snatch it away.

The man's boot comes flying into his vision and smashes the boys hands on the ground.

"Ah!" the boy cries as his entire hand is smashed, all of his bones crunching and flattening, his veins striving against the mass.

The cool metal of the gun and it's shape imprints onto his palm

"Oh so he does speak!" the boy grits his jaw once more, holding in his cries.

"Oh cry baby, gonna cry?" The boy's face flushes once more but that's the last thing on his mind as another cool object was pressed to his head.

His heart stops, but that was only after his head was smashed with the hilt of the pistol.

The edge dug into the side of his skull, and his head swung to the side as the boys eyes caught the girls.

The other man lifted his foot from off the blinds hand on his gun and leaned down to pick it up.

The boy's eyes rolled back while the girls eyes shook in horror.

"We can't leave him,now, he knows what we look like."

"We gotta take em?"

"Yes, dipshit, go on carry him, he's no bigger than this stick here anyway. Heh, thought he could beat us up and save the day. Idiots!" a gruff chuckle-snort was the last thing that registered in the boy's mind.

"Open your eyes."

A silky cream voice resonates around a hollow room accompanied by the bright blue aura that was seeping from within a elaborate machine in the middle of the cave.

The air is foggy yet chilly as the water slowly recedes from around the mysterious sleeping boy. Blue ocean eyes slowly blink open, finding only the dark ceiling above him, littered with cracks all around (even trailing the walls beside him), depicting various designs all foreign to the boy, although each crack glowed bright blue from somewhere deep within.

Suddenly the boy is choking up water as he realizes he needs to breathe.

The water makes its way out of the lost boy. Finally he is able to inhale freely, his confused but intense eyes scan around the cold room. There's an opening at the end of the room, leading into a bright, unknown world. Inside of his head were a whirlwind of questions. He could not remember anything but knew he should.

He slowly gets out of the tub of blue water, standing on shaky feet. Upon looking down, the boy finds a multitude of scars littering his entire body. The mental question of how he obtained these marks only brought on the onset of unfamiliar sounds that feel like second nature.

Metal clashing ( sword fights?) and screams (of pain or horror?). (Battle?) Cries of sadness (for who?), that of which so immense, it causes the boy's bare chest to ache in a way of that he wondered if he had jostled a old wound deep within the cardiovascular tissue.

"We have waited a long time for you, hero." the voice is that of a girl, resonating around the hero in a deeply reverberating, sultry and calming way - so much so that he can't tell if it's in his head or if someone is in the room with him - that shocks him from the inklings of images filtering inside of his head at a deliriously stubborn pace. His throat remains still as he dares not speak. He waits patiently for more explanation but alas, there is none. A chest lights up orange in the corner of the room as the only further explanation. Instinct passed on through millennia drives the hero to make his way towards the glowing object, then the voice sounds again, as if triggered by an invisible tripwire. Or was someone watching him?

"Link, collect the things from these chests, you will know more once you go outside, until then, I know you remember nothing. Everything will be explained in due time, hero."

Link nods to himself at the words, continuing his way to the chest. He has questions. Why is he a " Hero", who is waiting for him outside; what is waiting for him outside?

He finds in the chest an odd object. The object glowed bright blue upon the hero's touch as he examined the object, before the alien object speaks, telling him that it is a Sheika slate. It will guide him on his, "mission" ? He ignored the fact that an inanimate object was able to speak to him and put the slate at his side. He was somewhat relieved to find he knew basic things such as language and speech, reading and general mental cognition at the least.

In the second chest he finds a cheap sword and clothes, thankfully. Once he's ready, Link turns to the light.

Soft bare feet pad up the rough stone of the cave, soon his entire vision was blinded by the light. He is on a cliff of sorts ( he makes out), as he shields his eyes, stepping to the end of the grassy hill, he can see a beautiful plateau. Animals, trees, grassland, and all surround the boy. This world was so big, he feels odd familiarity rise within him, a longing, but they don't match with the idea he feels he has. He isn't making sense, even to himself. It's as if two of him live inside of this body.

As he scans the area, his sheika slate rings. He reads all he needs to know about the area and what he needs to do, looking up to make his way to the broken structure in the distance, it reminds him of a church of sorts. But before he can go any further, he finds a man, traveler maybe, sitting by a fire under a small cleft in the rock. He hesitantly runs to the first human he's seen since he was awoken. At least he assumes he's of human nature.

He finds a apple not too far away from the man, opting to pick it up, he was famished. "What do you think you're doing boy? Stealing!" he jumps in shock and quickly goes to give the apple back. He hadn't assumed it looked like he was stealing...Apples fall from trees, does it really belong to anyone? A deep laughter emits from the man as Link stops, the apple held out in a shaky hand.

"I'm just playing, please eat. Goddesses knows you need food." Link hesitantly retreats his arm, feeling ashamed for being so...unmanly. Wait, why does this man assume this peasant dressed boy needed food? Did he really look that bad?

"Sit," the man commands and Link does so, finding a spot beside the warm fire.

"I assume you're going to that temple?" the man motions with a tilt of his head to the broken, abandoned building not too far away from the two. Link nods his head as he takes a bite into the apple.

The man nods, before his eyes catch the object on Links hip.

"How odd, you have a active Sheika slate." the man looks at Link in suspicion before looking back down at the pot in front of the two again. Link was confused, did this single him out, having this device? The traveler was cooking a assortment of food, there, that of which Link would have to find sooner later if he was going to eat again.

"I see, now." this man was very cryptic, indeed. Link is getting frustrated, but dare he spoil his first words in a rude snap at the innocent man to tell him more.

"I'll let you go ahead then. If you need me, you can find me in that hut over on the eastern side of this land." Link looks eastward at the man's point to see only more elevated terrain.

The man looks back down at his food while the young boy continues to scan the foreign area. Link takes this as his cue to leave. "Wait," the man stops Link as he's about to climb back up the cleft, onto the pathway to the temple.

"Take these, I could see the hunger in your eyes, hero."

That nickname again, never mind the odd way the offer was said. Link wonders how this man, of all people, could call this fresh faced, teen boy, a hero. As far he, himself, knows he has done no sort of heroic thing. Now that he thinks, he can't remember doing anything at all before he woke up in that odd place. As Link tries to remember, his head throbs painfully.

"Hero?" the man asks, snapping Link back into real life. He's holding a basket of food out for him. Link eagerly takes the food, gently brushing off the questions.

He nods his head in thanks before storing the food away. With one last glance at the odd traveler, he begins his trek back up to the temple.

He's there soon enough, Link heard an odd snort like sound. He looked ahead of him on the path, and from behind a bend in the rocky path he saw rough brown skin, scaled and hairy. This was a monster! The creature turned abruptly at the sound of his footsteps, but before he could spot the teen, Link lept away, diving behind a boulder almost too far away to reach. Scrambling behind the shelter in fear, Link listened intently. The creature snorted in what Link assumed was searching for a scent of him. Link waited evenly, reaching behind himself to tug at the hilt of the sword. The creature was approaching his hiding spot. Link didn't allow himself to think too much on his actions before he shot from his hiding spot, ambushing the foul beast, slicing one clean, death strike down the center of its body. It let out a shrill, aggravating squeak as it was slain at the hands of the empty minded hero.

Link looks at the dead monster and the bloodied sword in his hands in question.

Instinct?

No way. That sort of technique and reformation of style was so adorned to his body, it was not something brought from a programmed DNA sequence. That just then was something he himself had known deep inside of his bones for years, probably due to rigorous training. He shakes his head, quickly harvesting all he could from the revolting creature, before turning to look at the massive structure in front of him. How this place was allowed to go to ruins like this, is beyond Links understanding. Link made his way inside, finding a beautiful archway- now overrun in vines- caging his entrance. Flowers all around litter the temple in an attempt at nature's manifestation of the man made object. At the end stood a pair of doors and a statue of a goddess.

Link walked to the statute in haste, then the doors behind her opened, the same beautiful voice from when he first awakened sighs, filling Link's head once again.

"I understand you have questions, Link. Walk further and activate the temple, now."

Link does as she says, ignoring the brightly glowing and glimmering stature calling for his attention.

Link walks outside, well, the stone of the building still meets his feet, but there is no ceiling above Link, nor could you call the broken stone slabs around him walls, instead maybe more fitting as a vineyard plate. He puts his Shekia slate to the Sheikah symbol on the stand upon the lighted indication. There's a moment of silence before the entire shrine glows blue, in place of the angry glowing orange. Then there's a deafening rumbling as the ground shakes abruptly.

Link tries his best to stay balanced as the very ground below him resurrects itself. He sees the land around him grow smaller as he is brought into the air. He's able to see the entire world from here! He sees the orange glow of the tower as he rises. In the distance, another temple of sorts is surrounded in red. But no, that was too grande to be a simple temple. No that was a castle! Four pillars caged the building, and as Link is rising higher, he is able to see more and more.

What was that thing swirling around such a beautiful place? His vision blurs white as the land around him fades away…

A vivid image flashes in the hero's mind as he feels the ground below him giveaway. But the feeling of falling did not come, instead, he was walking forward.

The same castle he had saw from atop the rising tower was now in front of him. There was no creature swirling around the castle though. He could hear the clank of his armour and boots as he walked past the guards (they nodded their head in respect?), through the archway leading to the outdoor quarters. "Link!" the creamy voice sounded again. What was she doing here? He turned his head to see a beautiful girl rushing towards him. There was a face to the mysterious guiding voice he had become accustomed to, but here she was so lively, and hopeful. What caused her great pain in what Link hears of her today has not yet occurred, or happened. Here she was young, and happy, with Link, also renewed with courage and hope in the world. She was wearing a blue royal dress, a garb signaling only that of the princess of Hyrule. "I've been waiting for you!" Her voice was definitely not inside of his head.

Link simply stares as she takes his hand and rushes them both towards the castle, her long blonde hair fanning behind her as they jog. "I found another flower I need you to see!"

A flower? The image blurs around the edges as Links head clears. Suddenly the flash of bright white light is blinding him again and he's on the ground. The wind of the sky flies around the boy as he slowly regains consciousness.

"Hello," Link looks up to find the traveler. He's back on the tower!

"I assume you had a memory." the old man assumed as he walked closer to the boy. How did he get up here?

Link soon finds himself standing again, his confusion meddling in the back of his mind, instead now focusing on fighting his immense dizziness.

"Did you see princess Zelda?"

Link nods. Although he wasn't sure of the princess being this...Zelda, he doubts this man would know any different. How did this man guess he was having a vision?

The traveler sighs heavily.

"My precious daughter."

Link's eyes widen in confusion.

Upon the facial instigation the traveler sighs again.

"You have a lot to learn, young one."

The traveler turns away from Link again.

Link walks towards the man, to the edge of the sky-reaching-tower.

"I think it is time. You are now ready, to hear the tale of what happened 100 years ago." his voice echoes strangely as the man turns to Link.

His body begins to glow, but Links attention is directed away from the man as he gestures to the land spanning in front of him.

Once again a quick flash of light blinds Link, this time it being dark, and painless. A loud growling noise enters the hero's head as a image of the castle is shown in front of Link. Its beautiful!

Links breath catches at the sight of the magnificent building once again.

"Hyrule was peaceful before Calamity Ganon came. Although all expected the return of him, we prepared with massive efforts, and engineered complex beings, called Guardians to fight against him upon his return. A legend states, the goddess reborn and her appointed knight were to team together to fight Ganon, but none said it was to be them two alone.

4 great divine beasts were made aswell, each housing their own champions to also assist the hero and the princess."

The ground shook as the sky behind Hyrule castle begin to dim.

Suddenly, with a earth shattering scream, a dark force, with red streaks trailing it, came swirling from deep within the castle. At its front reared a bull's head with long, dangerous tusks. The great beast swirled , letting out a cry and lighting shook from the sky, meeting the beast in a battle for sound.

Through the deafening roars came the travelers voice.

"You, Link, were the princesses' appointed knight 100 years ago. And you still are."

The vision disappeared, and with a spinning head, Link was back atop the tower, staring at the castle, now 100 years later, still swarmed by Calamity Ganon.

The traveler turned to Link.

" I, am the late king of Hyrule,"

The traveler unveiled his cloak and he was submerged within a swirl of blue. Link backed away, his eyes burning from the brightness, his body numbing from the sheer power that flowed from the king.

When his form resurfaced, he was standing inches from the ground, his navy blue, royal attire now covering his old but powerful spirit. He had the golden accessories adorning his furred cloak, and a simple gold crown resting atop his thin white hair.

"And I have one mission for you."

The king swirled forward, the flames around him disappearing behind him.

"Save my daughter, princess Zelda. She resides inside the castle." The mourning king looked away from Link.

"The reason you are here now, is because we failed. We failed in destroying Ganon 100 years ago, but now is the time to fight back! We have to save Hyrule from Calamity Ganon and you, Link-" the king's voice boomed with confidence, rage, and pain around Link in such a way he was sure the princess herself could hear him, far away in the castle.

"You are going to be the one to save us all!" Link's mouth fell open. The ancient, age old spirit inside of him, one that's been dormant for many years, awakened.

The spirit of a hero.

"And trust me when say this, hero, we will not fail this time."

He swirled back to Link, so close that Link had the urge to back away once again, but he was captured by the old, determined king.

"Save Zelda and defeat Ganon, as on my dying wish."

And he disappeared, his cold but powerful hands bracing the hero's shoulders stayed in a strong grip until the image of the angry king was burned into his eyelids.

The only thing left was the small blue flames that were quickly dissipating, Link stumbled once more from the sudden disappearance of such a strong spirit in his presence.

There was silence that surrounded Link now. He looked back across the land, the castle seen in the distance. So much happened in such a short time, Link was left with reeling emotions. But one emotion swirled above all else. Determination.

Link would defeat Ganon, and he'd do it now!

"Link…"

Link now knows that voice is princess Zelda, and he listens intently to the guiding voice, although still not sure how she herself lived for so long, nor how she knew of Link being alive. What kind of power does she hold?

"You are not ready to travel to the castle. You need the legendary sword, and to defeat the divine beasts. Ganon took over the great machines 100 years ago, one of the many reasons we failed at our task. I need you to travel to each divine beast and free the champions trapped inside and reclaim them, as soon as possible, before you are ready to take on Calamity Ganon at the least."

Links stomach dropped. He felt foolish for thinking for that second, meer hours after awaking from his long slumber, that he could possibly take on this force that defeated him 100 years ago.

He looked down at his ragged trousers, and shoes that were too big for him.

"But first," Zelda spoke back, breaking Links thought. "You must visit the Sheika village, Kakariko village, and speak to lady Impa. She was my guard of sorts, 100 years ago. She is old and frail now, but she will tell you all you need to know, before you set off on your task. I'll be waiting for you, hero."

And with that Link was left to complete silence among the clouds.

His Sheika slate lit up. He walked back to the tear drop like stand and saw he had part of his map filled out. In the corner of the tower, Link saw a paraglider, that of the travelers, or now king should he say? He hooked the slate back onto his hip and picked up the mechanical device.

According to where the map said Kakariko was, Link would definitely need this tool to get there.

He breathed deeply, with one last look at the land he soared high above...he jumped off the tower without further thought. He had a long journey ahead of him, he was sure he'd have plenty of time for his raging thoughts and questions to brew inside of him then.

"I assume you've a load of questions." the small, elderly lady looked at Link through squinted eyes.

Link bit back a retort in his head, you think?

"On your tablet, there is a gallery of photos, you'll find. Those photos were taken by princess Zelda herself. You were required to be by her side at all times, so no doubt you could remember being there with her, Perhaps if you were to revisit those places, you would be able to recover some lost memories from 100 years ago."

Link nodded, he had just gotten back from the lab where he had to restore a rune, which contained these photos.

Now, Impa was assigning him with the task to recover the memories of his life 100 years ago, and Link was over joyed. That's all he really wants aside from killing Calamity Ganon. He wondered, how was he 100 years ago? What was his life? His friends? Zelda? He had seen that image of her in the castle courtyard, that of which he replayed constantly inside of his head, thinking of many things to ask. It also seemed he never talked, everyone he visited that was told to have known him years ago never seemed to expect too much from the hero, word wise. Nods and looks were how he communicated, and though a verbal answer and inquiry was logical, the hero felt unnatural at the instinct or thought to talk. He never even thought about it when he was talking to someone. A nod, shake, or glowering of his eyes were all he needed. Back into the real world, Link realised the elder was finishing her explanation.

After a few more words from lady Impa, and a silent promise to visit once he's done, he's back off on his way, now towards traversing the land and looking for shrines and towers, but more importantly, memories.

Link looked at his map. He had already activated the tower in central Hyrule.

As he looked at his photo gallery, now standing outside of Kakariko, he saw a picture with the castle in the background, multiple pictures in fact. Gold mine, he thinks as he races off to the stable to grab his horse.

Link was dashing to the tree full speed. He was somewhere amongst the fields of Hyrule, his mind set on a now ancient tree.

He glanced back down at the picture. He was still a little off. As Link examined the photo and moved to get the angle perfect, his foot hit a rock. He went tumbling to the ground, his Sheika slate slid away from him, somewhere amongst the grass. Link was stunned, so he sat there in the grass, staring at the hills beyond him through the green blades.

This place was very peaceful, and although he could see the very threat to his life and this world beyond in the distance, his mind flashes with the image he's seen before of the castle before now. The bright and new castle covering the disastrous one of it now.

His vision was going in and out. But wait, surely this wasn't the memory, he was not where Zelda took the picture, he was still a fair enough distance away? Impa had told him that his memoirs may be picky in how he approaches the reminiscent area and when.

But none the less, his mind blanked white in a hot flash of pain, (he wasn't sure but he maybe made a sound of immense pain) his head lolling limply to the side.

"Not many people know of this place yet."

Links visioned regained itself. But Link was nowhere relevant to where he should be. And that flash was much more painful and spirit killing then the one atop the tower… why?

The landscape around him held only a hint of where he passed out. Did he get truly knocked out and is having a dream? But why didn't he pass out immediately? Link has way too many questions, he's beginning to annoy himself. The moonlight shone down on a figure in front of Link, a lady, not much taller than himself.

This Lady was not Zelda.

"Coming from Skyloft, this place is hidden by the mountains beyond. I can tell that this place is unfamiliar to even you, traveler." she looked back at Link and smirked.

The feelings he had when she looked at Link told Link that whoever he was here, in this moment, did not fully trust this lady, nor he himself. She held a aura of danger, but more comforting than threatful. More so this creature was minx like, able to lithely go about daily activities and add a spice to even that. Link was almost drawn to her, but his attention that would be directed to this creature in that way was distracted, stolen from her by another, although similar creature but much, much different.

She had the body of a dark being. Long yellow-orange hair cascaded down her body, and the darkness of her skin was scarcely covered by her black garbs.

She was dressed as if the dark and sexulalized version of a mighty queen.

"But you are not here to explore a land with me that you can easily do yourself, young one." she stopped, and Link continued walking until he was even with the twilight goddess, her form cascaded and mended naturally with that of the fading light around them.

They stood in silence for a long while, staring across the hilled landscape. This was definitely not Hyrule as Link knew it to be. There was no castle where there should be one, instead a blank canvas of untouched land. The river running alongside him looked to be just starting out, for the one he knew of in his own time ( presumably far from this age) had a deep gully.

Could this possibly be Hyrule, before Hyrule existed?

Link looked to this queen in question.

She looked at him with the same look. "I do not know where he is. It is quite rare for the Demon Lord himself to be late. Unless he was purposely avoiding you."

She looked away again, the light of the moon catching on her face in a angelic way.

Soon enough she turned her whole body towards Link, himself doing the same to her.

"Tell, hero, why are you going out of your way to search for this sword spirit? Surely you have more pressing matters, such as fighting the Lord himself on the field and saving your little friend, Zelda?"

Link looked away, curling his lips into himself, a clear indication to stop halt her blatant examination before it revealed too much.

"You should despise upon meeting your enemy in any place but fair grounds. Is not like you to play dirty. Is he such a nuisance that you want to get rid of him so soon?"

Link could tell, that his past self, here, was full of shame. That was not the reason he was trying to ambush his enemy, but this lady would know no otherwise. Although he didn't realize... his actions hadn't seemed so, demoralizing, as they had in his head. Now they were being thrown into the center of the world for all to see and Link felt horrible. He was no better than his enemy at this point!

"Yes, silent one, I see your internal struggle. I am in no place to judge your ways. It will get the job done, it seems." she looked away, her scrutinizing gaze thankfully leaving the silent warrior.

She looked to the sky then. Link did so too, and in the distance floated a giant mass.

What was that place? Link could feel the longing like a bungee cord taping him atop a bridge, the only thought and feeling in mind told him all he needed. Home.

A rustle in the bushes behind Link made him spin around. The surprise upon his enemies face was lost to Link, though, for his vision began fading, and he could only hear the words echoing from the supposed Lord's mouth before Link was reeling back into his own body.

What left Links enemy's mouth was a growl accompanied with a bitten out retort, Link could feel the forebearers of betrayal ringing in that very voice. Shame, sadness, regret, echoed inside of his mind as one word was spoke, one that had garnered too much meaning in such a incredibly short time, "Skychild?"

Link jolted awake. The sun was beginning to rise. God knows how long Link had been left to be attacked there, in the grass. He got up in haste, quickly regretting that decision upon the dizziness that accompanied.

That memory, whatever it was and whoever it was, descended from a time unbeknownst to this Link, or he himself 100 years ago.

He dusted off his grimy clothes, reminding himself to shower. He itched his head, cringing at the thought of insects infesting his hair while on the ground like that.

He searched for his slate and, thankfully, found it. He needs to be more careful once he feels a memory coming. He doesn't want to lose something important or leave himself to die if he was to collapse in a dangerous situation.

The shame and guilt that Link had felt in that memory flooded Link as he continued his way toward the tree. Toward the memory he was supposed to have, a feeling of pure confusion and the need to hide this information tells the hero that he was not supposed to have a memory of that sort.

What was that place and what happened?

It seems Link is left with more questions than he ever wanted.

He finds himself by the tree, a foreboding sense of realization overcoming him and this memory, much easier to his mind this time, flowed through in whispery, light licks of air. He never even collapsed. This is how it's supposed to be when recalling a memory he assumes. He relaxed as he opened his eyes to the light of the field around him, memories of Zelda and her silent princess flower whisping through his mind in waves of happiness and contentedness.

Did he, perhaps, back then, find these memories of a time before Hyrule like he has now? Is that why he is remembering them? Or is he supposed to do something else, that of which different then what everyone has been telling him? Maybe a task handed to him long ago by a person, or creature no one here of this time knows but himself. Or what will be only himself, if he can actually figure out what any of it means.

Link doesn't know, and he decides he won't know nor will it do him any good to sulk over that thought if he doesn't get a move on. Noon has already fallen and he needs to find Rita village as soon as possible if he wants to be able to rest up and eat before talking to the leader there.