"I found them," Dira says, alerting Jin and Keras who were standing by the window they crawled through to get into the room. She held a leather book with the word RECORDS inscribed on the front and quietly placed it down on the desk, opening it up.

Jin was hesitant about the idea of sneaking into Impa's home while she was out, but Dira wanted to know more about what she had said about Link. He was also curious, and found himself watching their backs when Keras got the window open. The front door would be too obvious, and it was noticeable if anyone spotted them. They didn't want anyone to find out what they were doing.

Jin and Keras stand on either side of Dira who is focused on the pages she's skimming. They find pages with old pictures, yellowed, and burned on the edges, some were destroyed to the point they couldn't see what the picture consisted of. Most of them were of Hyrule castle, a young princess with the King and Queen. A young Impa standing with a group of people they figured were her family. She wore similar tight fitting clothes, a mask covering her face, and her white hair was tied to the back of her head. There were more of Impa as she grew over the years, age setting in, and soon the people in the pictures around her were diminishing.

It was hard to see how many had faded from the pictures, leaving herself, old and less determination in her eyes. The fire burned out, and she was standing in the now established Akyllan Village. The next few pictures of her were when she was a young adult and instead of her usual Shekiah clothing, Impa stood on the side of the Royal Guard, including the Family.

"She was highly respected," Dira said, picking up the picture. "Kakariko Village burned around the same time the Royal Family were murdered. She and the others had to move to another location, and they renamed the village, unable to give it the name of their ancestors." Dira set the picture back down and flipped page.

Oddly, there were pictures of a dark forest, even in the daylight where the picture had been taken, it seemed ominous.

Jin picked it up and turned it, black handwriting read LOST WOODS. He placed it down, and when Dira flipped the page, another picture, more enhanced and with less damaged yet aged on the sided sat in the center of the empty page. It was the picture of a pedestal surrounded by grass and a tree, and in the pedestal was a sword with a blue and purple handle.

Jin grasped the picture before Dira could flip the page. "I'm curious," he tells them, pocketing the picture, "I'm going to take it."

Dira said nothing as she continued to turn the pages until there was a yellowed photo, slightly burned on the edges. It was an old farm, burned to the ground. It was labeled with LON LON RANCH.

"Is this what we're looking for?" Keras asked, placing a finger on the picture.

Dira nodded, smoothing out the crinkled paper and read the writing on the right side. "The founders were Talon and…" She gasped, while Jin was as surprised to read the name as she was, "Malon." Dira picked up the picture and found another behind it, and when she revealed what it was, the three of them were shocked to see a beautiful young woman standing between two men, her bright waving red hair flowed down her shoulders, and she wore a simple farm dress, smiling at whoever was taking the picture itself. Dira turned it around and Malon's name was on the back.

The girl was Malon. The same name that Link yelled during the fishing trip back at Lucent Lake. Dira placed the photo back, and read the rest of the inscription.

"Malon inherited Lon Lon Ranch after her father, Talon, had died, including the co-owner, Ingo. She was married by then, with a few children, and her husband." Dira sighed. "Except her husband had gone to war, and he died."

There was no picture of the husband, but Jin figured what it meant, and who it was. A small bit of him didn't want to believe everything Link was saying for the past few days, nor Impa's clarification of Link's words that soon began to seem true in his word.

Jin also takes the photo, he stared at the three, but mostly at Malon. He had the subtle urge to crumple the paper and throw it into the fire. He yelled her name, he seemed almost shocked during whatever was bothering him.

Dira turned the page and there was another picture of Malon, except this time, she was younger and was caring for the horses in the ranch.

"Wait," Keras pointed at the inscription underneath the picture at Malon's name, including the horses she cared for during her time. And there was one name that was written in the page that was familiar to the three of them. "Is this who I think it is?"

Dira laughed, "This is Epona. She's real.

"Does that mean…" Jin began, uncertain as he looked at both Dira and Keras, "that Link IS the Hero?"

Keras furrowed her brows and thought about it. "If he's the Hero, than Malon must've been his wife at the time before he died."

An ugly twist contorted in Jin's stomach, wrapping around his heart and squeezed, at the same time, he had crumpled the picture of Malon in his hand.

"We have no other proof," Dira says, closing the RECORDS book, "Link could've seen these pictures and...made something up and the stress is getting to him, making him confused and spouting nonsense."

Keras shook her head, frowning at Dira. "No. I don't believe that. Link couldn't have seen these pictures when we are sneaking in the Village leader's own house and stealing photo's." She gave a pointed look at Jin who shrugged. "Also, the three of us know Link isn't like that. He grew out of stories awhile ago, he barely listens to Garik anymore. Why would he bother coming in here and reading about a past he doesn't care about?"

She was right, Link was too lazy to consider knowing about the past, and as far as these pictures have gone, why bother to even come in here?

Dira sighed, and crossed her arms. "Fine, you're right. But how are we going to explain what's been happening to him? We can't believe him to be sick, nor that he's...he's…" And before Dira could finish, they heard a loud commotion coming from outside, the floor beneath them rumbled as they put ran for the window they pried open and scrambled out of it.

The sounds became more pronounced as screams joined in, the clattering of growls and men and women yelling came to a frightening realization as they rushed to the front of the building.

Dira gasped, "We're being invaded!"

Keras was already heading down the road to help with the soldiers who pushing back the monsters that were coming through the entrance of Akyllan.

Jin stared, stunned by the sight, he shoved the photo's into his pockets and looked at Dira. "Go home and find a safe place to hi—"

"I am not hiding while our village is being terrorized!" Dira said, glaring at him.

"Fine, grab a weapon and fight them off!"

"Where are you going?" she called as he rushed the other way.

"Link!" he said without stopping, the inn was several houses away, and the monsters were growing in strength as all Jin heard was the sound of clashing metal and screams. He had to get to Link, he had to protect him. The knowledge of who Link was coming together, his past were scattered pieces of a past that was centuries old, mixed in with other people who Link learned to trust and fight alongside with.

And who Link could've loved in those time periods, but it didn't matter, not when danger was so close to him.