Kaladin arrived back at Hateno village by night and stayed the night at the inn. The next morning he walked up to Impa's house. The guards weren't the same people. Paya was standing outside, placing apples on little plates by statues. When Kaladin tried to walk up the steps to Impa's house, the guards actually bothered to stop him.

One said,"Who are you, and what business do you have with Impa?"

"She wanted to talk to me after Purah fixed the sheikah slate. I think she had something to show me," Kaladin responded.

The guards weren't buying it, and neither seemed to want to leave their post.

Paya finally noticed and walked over. "He's the hero of Hyrule, don't y-you recognize him? He was here only two days ago. Let him in. Grandma wants to talk to him."

The guards stepped aside. Paya turned to Kaladin.

"M-ma-aster Kaladin. Sorry, we've had some Yiga clan trouble lately. Everyone's a bit uptight right now. Grandma is waiting for y-you."

"Thanks, I owe you one. If you want, maybe I can help with the Yiga?"

Kaladin didn't know who the Yiga were, but they sounded like bad news. Paya was obviously nervous around him. He decided it was better not to ask for details.

"Grandma is in charge of everything. She knows more than me. Y-You'll have to ask her about it."

Impa was indeed waiting for him. It seemed like she hadn't moved at all in two days.

"Come in, child," she said,"I presume that the slate is fixed?"

Kaladin nodded.

"Then I have something to show you. I would have waited but I fear that time is short, and it will all be much easier to watch than be told. That picture over there is of Blatchery Plain, the last great battle one hundred years ago. If you get a chance, and can find the spot, I think the notes that Zelda took will be useful to you."

Kaladin took a snapshot of the picture. He thought that he knew the spot, one that he had passed already in his travels.

"Oh, Paya mentioned that you were having some trouble with the Yiga clan. I would like to help, if that's okay. What's going on?"

Impa seemed taken aback by Kaladin's willingness to help, but he had wanted to. He owed the citizens of Kakariko village, since they had been nothing but kind.

"You might have noticed the odd ball that used to sit on the pedestal here." She pointed to one of the corners. "Someone has stolen the ball. We think the Yiga were involved. That ball was a priceless heirloom. The town has become a mess. Could you help some people out, try to put their minds at ease?"

Without thinking, Kaladin responded,"Of course."

Soon he was collecting cuccos for a farmer, Cado. A few had found their way to roofs, one inside a shed, and two or three were wandering around. It wasn't any different from some of the farm duties he used to get roped into back at Hearthstone, (except Cado's chickens got into stranger places) and he collected them all quickly.

One lady wanted fireflies for some weird reason, so Kaladin collected fireflies. Weirder still, they stayed alive when he put them into his pocket, and pulled them out later.

Finally, he talked to an older man who liked to paint. Apparently that was legal in Hyrule. Pikango's painting was…interesting to say the least. Maybe men really didn't have any natural artistic ability.

"I've heard that there is a fairy fountain around here, a place where a magic fairy will grant wishes for rupees. It is my wish to see one before I die. Will you help me up the hill to the fountain?" Pikango asked.

Skeptical, Kaladin said,"What's a fairy?"

"That's a bit difficult to explain. I think you just need to see her."

Kaladin helped walk the man up the slope, which was slow. Soon Pikango ran out of energy. Kaladin would've carried him, but Pikango denied the offer.

"You have one of those slate things, right? Why don't you just take a picture for me? I'll be waiting on the hill for you to get back."

Inside the forest, Kaladin thought he saw a ghostly blue rabbit hopping along. Syl tried to chase it, but it soon faded from sight.

"Ghost rabbits! That's not fair," Syl said.

Soon the two entered a small clearing where there was a massive green plant in a small pool of water. Little pink spren with wings floated around. Syl tried to talk to one, but it ignored her.

Syl said,"I've never met spren like these."

"I've never heard of a pink spren either. Maybe they aren't spren," Kaladin mused.

Kaladin reached out to touch one, but it darted away. So he resorted to sneaking up on a different one like he was trying to catch fireflies. When he cupped it in his hands, it flew up and sprinkled him in pink sparks. He felt like he'd just woken up from the best nap he'd had in years, and eaten a full course meal. He decided that the pink spren probably weren't spren.

He walked up a few orange mushrooms to the base of the green plant. A weak voice cried out from the plant mass. "Please…Give me rupees. I've had no offerings for years. Without them, I'll die."

Kaladin pulled out a purple rupee, the one that Cado had given him for his help. He didn't really want to keep giving strange statues and beings handouts, especially since all of it didn't seem very…Vorin, not that he particularly cared. He finally placed the rupee in the hand coming out of the plant, while letting out a sigh. He hoped it was worth it.

A woman he presumed was the fairy, erupted forth from the plant.

"That feels wonderful! Thank you darling. Now, I must repay you. What can I do for you? Do you have any clothing I can enchant? A favorite breastplate or bandanna perhaps?"

Kaladin was wearing a knitted shirt, and plain pair of breeches he'd purchased at the first shop he'd found getting off the great plateau. It had felt nice to get out of the old itchy things he'd found in the shrine of resurrection. He'd thought about purchasing armor too, but had decided against it. Armor was important, but he had stormlight now. Even though he couldn't seem to summon his plate, he could heal instantly, and hadn't fought many battles yet.

Kaladin said,"Thank you for the offer, but I really don't. Maybe I could come back later?"

"You can visit anytime you want. Bring some friends when you come too," the fairy replied.

Then Kaladin remembered the picture for Pikango.

"Do you mind posing for me while I use this device to freeze you in time? The locals call it a picture. I'm told it won't harm you, and a friend of mine would like to see a fairy fountain before he dies."

"Of course! We'll even make it a selfie," the fairy said. Kaladin had no idea what a selfie was. "Lean in, I'll hold the camera, and get your blue fairy in too." Syl looked surprised that the fairy knew that she was there, but got behind Kaladin. "Nobody will doubt that you met the great Cotera," she took the picture, and then added,"Remind those locals to come visit every once in a while. I'll do them some good."

With that, the fairy disappeared back into the plant fountain once more. What a strange experience, Kaladin thought. The fairy was kind of like a nice Unmade. He raced Syl back to Pikango (Syl won) and showed him the picture.

"I thought it'd be a bit more sacred looking. Ah, this will make a great start for some new art. Thank you Kaladin," Pikango said with a smile.

Pikango wished Kaladin the best of luck in his journeys, and tottered off to work on his painting.