So I decided to start a Breath of the Wild fic which is mostly uncharted territory for me. I think the Yiga clan are the most underused part of Breath of the Wild's lore. I always wondered what motivated them and why they wanted to end the world. What did they do after Link sealed Ganon?

So...I don't really have anything to say so here we go!

"Hmmm, you still alive, filth?"

I looked over at the Chosen One, who was panting heavily. I had just dealt a crippling blow to his ankle with my sickle. He didn't answer, just glared. His leg was bleeding.

He wasn't going to last much longer. Time to end this.

"Hahahaha!" I giggled as I ran toward him.

I felt no pity for the fool. None. In fact, I loved this. Every drop of blood he spilled was sweet, sweet with revenge.

He took everything from me, from us.

Two weeks ago…

Thwack!

My duplex bow sang as I heard my two arrows thunk into the target in the Yiga hideout. This was my fifth bullseye in a row.

For years, I loved target practice. I enjoyed honing my skills, eager to contribute to Ganon's revival. I usually practiced with a friend but now...there was nobody to practice with. It all felt hollow.

What was the point after all? Ganon had been sealed, Master Koga was dead, and his murderer had stolen our entire banana storage. Every shot that I hit the target with sounded hollow instead of giving me the satisfaction I wanted. So what if my arrow hit the enemy straight in the heart? We had already lost.

I heard shrill laughter, which startled me so much that I missed, with the two arrows widely missing and ripping a banner instead. I heard the familiar shouting and realized it must be her. Swearing, I put the bow down and went across the hall to the other room.

"The Calamity is here! It is here!" yelled the voice, between giggles.

I walked through the dimly lit hallway. The Yiga who I encountered in the hallways barely registered it. There was no Calamity and we all knew it. Plus, this outburst was becoming all too common.

I turned into an empty room to unsurprisingly find my dear friend, Eliza, in her quarters. She had usually had fair white hair but it was muddled and she looked rather pale. The place was a mess, with empty banana peels everywhere, overturned tables, and more disturbingly empty bottles. Eliza was holding one, slumped over a table intoxicated, mask off. It pained me to see her like this. Ever since Ganon's sealing, she had never really been herself. Unfortunately, she turned to the bottles of Gerudo liquor that we occasionally were able to get our hands on. Nowadays, she was almost always drunk.

Normally, I would be angry at a Yiga that dared take off their mask publicly but I only saw Eliza with pity.

How did it get like this?

I came to the Yiga as a very young girl a few years back, probably when I was fourteen. I was cast out of my village in Lurelin for crippling debt. Originally, my sister and I had enough to pay for it but were robbed by a gang of monsters. Unfortunately, Lurelin authorities lacked the capacity to care. Apparently, it didn't matter that monsters existed and I still owed money despite the fact we barely escaped with our lives. We ended up losing our home and were forced to find our fortunes elsewhere. We begged at stables which resulted in beating after beating, just for a few measly rupees. Begging at stables is just too inconvenient for the average stable owner I guess.

Unfortunately, winter rolled around that time and my sister and I became very sick with little shelter or food. My sister died, I did not. I decided that enough was enough. I was sick of catering to stupid Hylian whims. They valued rupees but not life. They only judged people by the weight of their purse.

That's when I joined the Yiga clan. They were family. They didn't care that I was not Sheikah, didn't care that I had not a single rupee to my name, didn't care that I had never used a sickle before, they only cared about my willingness to help. Ganon was supposed to kill all the Hylians, was supposed to destroy this sick world and usher a new beginning.

That failed and now the Yiga didn't know what to do. The Chosen One had snuck in here, murdered Master Koga and sealed Ganon soon after. What were we fighting for? Ganon was dead. Hyrule would now have the chance to develop, our attacks would mean little difference. Our dream was dead.

"Did you hear…Junney?" slurred Eliza, saying my name and putting me out of my thoughts, "Did you hear...the Calamity is here?"

She laughed and then threw up.

I sighed. If she drank much more of that Gerudo stuff, she was liable to get so sick that she could die.

"Yes, I know Eliza," I muttered, entertaining her drunken fantasy, "The Calamity is here."

I yanked the bottle from her hands firmly. She was too drunk to notice.

"How about you come with me, outside." I suggested, "Some fresh air should be good for you."

Eliza followed me like a dog although she barely was able to get down the hallway. It was a shame she resorted to liquor to drown her sadness. I honestly didn't understand how those filthy Gerudo drank that crap. Maybe that explains why we were able to steal from them so easily. That was my job actually. Most of the Yiga set out all over Hyrule to find Link. I was put in the select few tasked to steal from the Gerudo, which wasn't as hard as it sounded. While all the Gerudo guards I met talked a big game about how they were going to stop all intruders with their lives, they never seemed to notice that they were talking to a Yiga. A simple illusion spell was all I needed to rob them blind.

I smiled at the thought. Even now, we stole from them. It was one of the few things that brought me joy. I owned quite a bit of Gerudo jewelry. Funny. They valued it for Ganon knows how much but it was functionally useless and could be taken easily. I admittedly found their golden trinkets pretty but they were really just worthless pieces of metal. The one exception was a sapphire circlet which I always wore beneath my mask. It was my greatest prize, combining beauty and functionality. It kept me cool, making trips through the desert far more pleasant and having the added bonus of looking pretty in my red hair. It was probably the one piece of jewelry I stole that was actually worth its value.

I lead Eliza through the hideout. At first glance, everything seemed normal. The guards patrolled their usual routes and there was the occasional Yiga snacking on a banana but things definitely had changed. Everyone did their tasks without happiness. There was nothing to look forward to. No revival, no Ganon, nothing. We had nothing to fight for. Even most of our valuables weren't here anymore. We used to put all our treasures on display. Many a lustrous gemstone dotted our hallway but that damned hero stole them all. I was one of the lucky ones as I hid my trinkets under my bed in my quarters.

I hated him. This was his fault. He murdered Master Koga, he murdered Ganon, and murdered our future. Hyrule would continue to grow and so would its markets and society. Hylians would continue to not care about one another, taking one step forward and two steps back. For every advance in society, the wretched like us get left behind and have to form our own groups.

I opened the large metal door to the pit or what used to be Master Koga's favorite napping spot. The air was nice and cool at night. I liked it. I had been here many times when I was feeling down. The hideout was cozy but sometimes felt cramped. The pit was wonderfully silent and open, with a perfect view of the stars. Master Koga was always so kind, allowing me to relax here, provided I didn't wake him up.

I sat down, not too close to the pit, mind you, I didn't trust Eliza to not stumble into it. Didn't want her joining Koga...or whatever was down there.

"Waz happening?" slurred Eliza.

"Nothing," I smiled beneath my mask, "We're just relaxing."

"That's good because I'm ssssooooo tired…" replied Eliza, laying her head in my lap as she sat down too.

"Yeah…" I said, "You ought to get some sleep."

Eliza fell asleep before I was done speaking. Good, keeping her away from the bottle was a small victory. I was worried for her. She was always my closest friend here but I feared she would never be the same again. She was choosing to live in alcohol rather than reality because she couldn't bear it.

I looked at the sky. I wish I could be like Eliza, live in a dream. I wish I could do something, turn back the hands of time. I was still somewhat content here but now the Yiga were bordering on being miserable.

I looked over at Eliza, still fast asleep. I guess it was safe…

I decided to take my mask off, unhooking the strap and straightening my hair. Unthinkable in public but appropriate in private. I guess this wasn't true privacy but I think a wasted friend was close enough. My skin breathed in the cool night air and I decided to use this time to sharpen my sickle.

I thoughtfully took a stone, taking rhythmic swipes at my weapon that echoed in the silence. I looked at my reflection through it. As usual my sapphire circlet lay on my forehead. My face was the same as three years ago when I joined the clan. A short haired, red headed, freckled hylian. So much like my sister…

I pushed the unpleasant thought out of my head. I didn't like thinking about her...even now…

I soon felt my eyes getting tired with the rhythmic grinding of the stone against my scythe and fell asleep on my comrade.

That night, I dreamed. I dreamed of Ganon. The hero was dead...for real this time and Ganon had revived. I envisioned all the Hylians who beat me, all the stables that rejected me, all of Lurelin village, falling to pieces. The sky was purple and Hyrule was disappearing and being reformed in purple mist.

My sister was alive and she was watching it all with me, watching all those who had treated us so badly burn. It was wonderful.

I looked at my sister to ask her a question.

"Is this real?"

She turned with her golden eyes and short red air. It was always so smooth just like I remembered and spoke.

"Of course not."

I laughed as Ganon destroyed more of our childhood demons.

"I wish it was though."

She only smiled in return.

"It isn't and will never happen. You know that right, Junney?"

"Yes."

"Good!" she replied.

Suddenly, a blade pierced right through her heart causing me to scream. She still smiled as if nothing was happening, looking at me with smiling dead eyes.

I looked up and saw him. It was the Chosen One, standing there with his blade in the heart of my sister. He stared down at me with an utterly emotionless expression.

"I hate you!" I screamed, "Why did you do it!? Why?!"

The Chosen One didn't respond. He simply looked down on me with that horrifying blank expression on his face.

I woke up screaming. Eliza was gone, either to get more booze or because she wanted to give me respect for seeing me without my mask on. I breathed heavily and concentrated on turning my breath into a rythm, just like the Yiga taught me in meditation.

In and out. In and out. In and out.

The dream disturbed me so much that I cried. I wanted my sister back, I wanted Ganon back, I wanted Master Kogo back. I never had a lot, but it was something. Now I had nothing. What could I do?

There was one thing. My eyes were ablaze with fiery determination as I made a decision. I could kill him. I could kill the Chosen One. I could kill Link!

At first glance, it seemed foolish but what did I have to lose? He had already taken everything and maybe if I killed him, the Yiga clan would be happy again! I never was with the search parties who went to assassinate him but I think now was the time to make the leap. I knew I could kill him. I had to.

Yes, that was it! He must still be wandering Hyrule somewhere! Ha! He thought he had won! He probably had his guard down and oh, if that Zelda girl was with him…

I retook to sharpening my sickle. I had an axe to grind and a hero to slay.

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