One nap and two storybooks later, Impa finds herself entranced by the raindrops running down her windowpane; a miserable reminder that although her time is her own, she remains a prisoner to the Castle walls. The kingdom of Hyrule is a distant blur through the veil of rainclouds; a hazy memory of months passed. What is happening out there?
She rolls over in her bed and spies the brown paper parcel resting on her bedside table: Faito's gift. Faito…an admirer she couldn't shake since their forced encounter on one of her errands, whereby he had delivered a package of baked goods for the King. From that moment forth, he pursued every opportunity to glimpse her face from behind the Castle gates. Although opposed to indulging his ceaseless pandering, Impa established a necessary connection with him in order to gain news of the outside world.
Curiously, she takes the parcel in her hands and unwraps it gently. Inside, she discovers a small tin box with a handle. Instinctively, she turns the handle with her finger. A series of delicate notes tinkle from its interior: a music box. Impa turns the handle with added vigour and relishes in the sweet lullaby that chimes calmness and tranquillity.
The peace is suddenly shattered by a burst of blue light. Impa springs from her bed and prepares to confront its source: a pair of bewildered young boys materialise on the carpet; one with bright eyes and jet-black hair, his partner buried under the brim of an oversized hat which seems to be stolen from a cowboy.
"It worked!" the dark-haired boy cheers. "It actually worked!"
"Boys?!" Impa scalds the intruders. "What in the Goddess's name are you doing here?!"
These young rascals are her fellow tribesmen. The one with the black hair is named Nazo; the elders' apprentice who committed himself to the study of magic from an early age. His hatted companion is Sherifu; a rogue who had a reputation as the ringleader of the Sheikah youth. A collaboration of unmastered sorcery and untamed mischief spelled instant chaos.
"A simple 'hello' would suffice." Sherifu says as he jumps to his feet and scouts the area. "Nice place you've got here…"
"We haven't seen you in months!" Nazo cries as he rushes to embrace his sister. "How have you been?"
"Good." Impa answers while keeping her sights locked on his wandering companion. "I never knew you could teleport like that."
"I've been practising plenty in your absence." Nazo boasts. "It's a technique called 'warping'."
"What's this junk?" Sherifu asks, rattling Faito's gift in his hands.
"Put that down!" Impa replies defensively. "What is the purpose of this spontaneous visit? Annoyance?"
"How rude!" he huffs. "We came to cure your loneliness of being locked up here in this tormented tower! Yet it seems you're living the life of luxury up here!"
"We were actually sent by the Elders to collect you." Nazo blurts.
"Collect me?"
Nazo extends his hand. "Hold on tight. This could be a bumpy ride." He turns to his brother and snaps. "Sherifu! Hurry up or we'll be late!"
Sherifu tosses the tin box onto the bed and grabs the apprentice's hand. Nazo closes his eyes and focuses his energy into his magic. He mutters an incantation under his breath before a blue light envelops their surroundings.
