Link sat awkwardly under one of the cherry blossom forced to wait after his shared experience with the Yiga, he felt unsure of himself. They posed no threat to him, or at least that's what Link hopes is true. But the fact remained the same, his quest to vanquish the calamity no longer stood as an ultimate goal to him. It didn't feel right after something so jarring happened. Something about everything. . . no longer felt right, and Link felt he was due an explanation. Regardless of the Yiga's affiliation with Calamity, If I feel any ill intent . . . Link sat still, his mind focused on his silent threats. He would not be deceived so easily, that memory . . . a trick? Link's mind continued on like this as he sat in the shadows, away from the fading moonlight lighting up the room in a soft blue, dawn slowly emerging

"Link?"

The hero lifted his head wearily. The same fellow from before refused to leave his side, and while he didn't mind all to much if he pretended he was being guarded, it was hard to keep up that facade when Link constantly found himself lost in their eyes. Oh Goddess. Link thanked the heavens he almost never talked out of habit. He would be a complete mess if it weren't so.

"Have you never seen a Sheikah before?"

Pretty straight forward question. . . Link sat there staring again, I should probably respond, but I . . .

"You keep staring at me."

"I- I have!"

Link spoke out embarrassingly, and way to quickly to be spoken with any confidence. Oh look, you can actually talk, how brave of you! With Link berating himself in silence, the hero made a face of annoyance towards himself, like a teenager angry he didn't say something impressive to the eldest village warrior.

"Haha!"

The loud laugh startled Link as the Yiga member's giggles landed on his ears. The confident laugh felt somewhat comforting in this odd situation to Link. It made him glad he wasn't alone, even though the person accompanying him is considered an enemy.

"You're interesting Link, I like you."

I cant tell if that's sarcasm. Link raised his eye brow at the comment. It made no sense to him. Of course a lot of things said to him by strangers made no sense, even the constant flirting made no sense. I guess i'm only used to Mipha's flirting. Link felt a prick in his chest as he remembered her. The guilt of letting her die alone nagging at him constantly.

No! Link slapped his hands to his cheeks in an effort to distract him. I cant think about this here, there's mischief afoot!

"From serious to embarrassed, now determination?"

Link's face turned bright red as he realized the amount of variety his facial expressions must have pulled.

"Do you normally let your enemies read you like a book?"

Link jumped to his feet at the mentions of enemies, with his hand ready to grab at his weapons. Yet at this moment the morning light, that had been slowly filtering into the room, began shining directly onto the Yiga member's face. Illuminating all of their features. Allowing Link to see the supposed enemy's face clearly. The hero's heart began racing as he recognized key features upon their face. The feeling of familiarity alarming as he noticed the sensation of another vision rushing towards him. aw hel-

Having finally Turned away from the princess Link was felt a sense of adventure. His options limitless as he stepped towards the garden exit. But of course his step would be blocked by a woman more intimidating than the Gerudo king himself. He supposed being the chosen one it would be his luck to run out quicker than most.

"What," Navi jingled in displeasure as she floated behind Link, "Caught already?!"

Link's eyebrow twitched with annoyance.

"I am Impa of the Sheikahs."

To Link it wasn't her dominating posture or her intimidating gaze that caught him off guard. No, only her sunset red eyes that seemed to pierce straight to your soul, and her snow white hair that caused link to stand still in absolute awe. Beautiful felt like an understated term, and yet scary could just as easily describe this person to Link.

"I am responsible for protecting Princess Zelda." Link really wasn't listening, he was too busy gawking inappropriately at the lady in front of him, "Everything is exactly as the Princess foretold."

Navi float out from behind Link to gauge his reaction. Link found himself noticing her massive eye rolling in his peripheral vision. Link looked down in a small blush, realizing that maybe he shouldn't be staring up at her so obviously.

"You are a courageous boy . . ." Hearing the smile in Impa's words Link lifted his head, hoping this time he wouldn't be completely enchanted by the woman. "You're heading out on a big, new adventure, aren't you?"

Link's eyes widened as Impa laid her hand on the boy's head, not expecting the gesture Link froze. Impa began ruffling Link's hair in a playful manner, causing his green hat to fall off his head onto his shoulder.

"My role in the Princess's dream was to teach a melody to the one from the forest."

"A-a song?" Link squeaked out as he pushed her hand away while trying to catch his hat before it fell to the ground.

"This is an ancient melody passed down by the royal family. I've played this song for Princess Zelda as a lullaby ever since she was a baby. There's mysterious power in these notes."

Navi swung around Link again, helping him lift his hat to his head.

"A song Link, a song!" Her bright voice chimed loudly as she annoyed Link once again with the obvious. Impa laughed at Link's annoyed expression toward Navi. Blushing furiously once again as he took out his Ocarina from his back pocket.

"Haha, Now, listen carefully!"

Placing two fingers on her lips, Impa began whistling a soft melody. Calming and elegant. Zelda, who still standing behind him, began humming in unison. All of this causing Link to once again fell into a trance at both the sight of Impa whistling Zelda's lullaby, and the sound of the music.

"Link?"

Blinking his eyes several times Link found himself laying on his back. His head foggy and his body aching. Once fully awake and aware the hero noticed several things. His head elevated, a blanket over his body, and no familiar pointy objects that should be jabbing him in his back in this position. Aw fu-