Impa rode from her village on her white horse. None of the people said anything to or about her. None of the people saw her leave.

As she urged her steed across Hyrule Field, she felt no regret about anything. She focused on one thing, her mission of eighteen years.

Find Zelda. Protect the Princess.

The darkness echoed the stallion's treads. It was the only sound to be heard.

The Sheikah had a feeling she would never need the horse again. It was likely she wouldn't survive...

Survive...what do you call this? A quest? No... my mission... That's all it's ever been.

She knew she would be riding all night.

Link was, despite his protests, resting beneath Impa's village. He would be safe unless he tried to follow her. Which wasn't unlikely.

A thought hit her suddenly.

The Hero's fairy, Navi. Where is she?

She had a sinking feeling. If Gannon had Navi, too... It wasn't very hard to kill a fairy. She hoped Navi was alive. Link didn't need to be losing even more friends, especially not to the monster the Gerudo called a King.

The stallion galloped past Lon Lon Ranch. Impa realized how little distance they had traveled.

This will be a long night.