Link found himself alone as he stood in a hidden room. Tucked far away from the main rooms of the Yiga hideout. With soft moonlight filtering in from the square holes carved through the top corners of the walls. The room that presented itself before him was not what Link expected from the clan that, supposedly, aligned themselves with Calamity Ganon. The room housed two beautiful cherry blossom trees. Both standing in equal grandeur as flowers blossoming on the ground around them. Separated only by a path of rarely treaded grass, where at the end stood a single grave stone. The bright moonlight highlighting its age. A grave stone that looked more than one hundred years old, it's epitaph impressively still easy to read.

Here lays the last Impa, the last true leader of the Sheikah

A cold sweat ran down Link's neck as he read the Epitaph. Their name? Link cocked his head to the side as he realized that the Yiga clan had a sanctuary honoring the last. . . Impa. His heart began to sweat as he realized the implications of the sentence he just read. The Impa he knew . . . was considered an usurper.

"You can read Sheikah?"

Link swirled around, grabbing at his sword as he readied himself to be attacked by a Yiga clan mate. Yet the face before him did not hide behind the signature mask of the Yiga. The once upside down image of the Yiga clan now adorned the individual before him right side up. The bright blue reflecting the moonlight, creating an almost glow. For Link it was not the striking familiar face tattoo, reminding him of Paya, that shocked him. His heart leaped into shock as he stared at the crimson red eyes that glimmered even brighter than the blue. The color undoubtedly familiar as he could only remember one Sheikah with a similar color. Not quite the bloodish crimson as the yiga member before him but still red.

"P-Purah?" He gasped out.

The Yiga member squinted their eyes, "So the dead hero thinks I look like Purah."

Pulling the red hood from their head to reveal blinding white hair, cut short, and matted onto the individuals forehead. Link couldn't help but become enchanted by the beauty of the stranger before him. Unable to keep his eyes far from the Yiga members' frame.

"If you can read sheikah does that also mean you can read old Hylian?" Their voice was soft and delicate, but strong and commanding.

Link nodded. Completely unable to deny an answer to such an authoritative voice, almost instinctually he answered with his signature nod from his past. Even though the Yiga clan member seemed to knock down his defenses almost effortlessly, Link realized his actions were uncharacteristic of him. Link did not understand why he so easily confirmed his literacy in the old Hylian language, especially since the majority of the Hylian people were not literate in the formal language of the royals. Link's mind spiraled into thought as he remembered trying to read the contemporary writing style of today, spending almost hours deciphering the new slang that seemed almost nonsense to him.

Link was extracted from his deep thought by the sound of rustling leaves. Quickly focusing his eyes back on the Yiga member who had somehow found themselves off of Link's radar. A dangerous move Link. The hero thought to himself as he, yet again, found himself staring at the beautiful clan member in front of him. Tonight must not be your night fool. Link kept putting himself down as he found himself with his guard lowered.

"Can you read this?"

"Uh . . ."

Link stared at the motion of the clan members arm as they swept the cherry blossom tree branches out of the way. Link, still planted in the same spot of the room, moved for the first time since his arrival. Adrenalin spiking his blood stream as he focused on all combat possibilities. A trap? Kept your back away from them Link. As he neared the far wall, he began to make out shapes carved into the stone. Hidden by the pink petals, it was only when he parked himself in front of the wall with the tree branches no longer obscuring the stone, that Link forgot his guard all together. Completely out of character, Link's sword drops onto the grass as he stares at ancient writing of the Hylians. It was nothing like the language of royals he was familiar with one hundred years ago, yet he found himself able to read it effortlessly.

"HERE LAYS THE TRUE HEIR OF THE SHEIKAH CLAN. USURPED AND MURDERED BY THE SHEIKAH ACOLYTES WHO PLACED THEMSELVES AS TRUE SHEIKAH WITHOUT ANY SHERK BLOODLINES. MAY HER DEATH BE AN ETERNAL REMINDER TO THE TRUE BLOODLINES OF SHEIKAH, THAT OUR NAME HAS BEEN STOLEN, OUR CULTURE HAS BEEN APPROPRIATED, BUT OUR HISTORY WILL REMAIN FOREVER HIDDEN FROM THOSE WHO SEEK TO CLAIM OUR RIGHTFUL PLACE AS THEIRS. WE WILL ALWAYS BE THE PROTECTORS OF PEACE BETWEEN THE RULERS OF HEAVEN AND EARTH. BY THE DUTIES GIVEN TO US BY THE GOLDEN GODDESSES, DIN, NAYRU, AND FARORE, MAY THEY NEVER FORGET OUR TRUE FACES."

Once Link's lips closed around the last syllable, the boy became entranced as he was viciously flung into a memory from what he assumed was his past. Yet it was completely and utterly unfamiliar to him from his life one hundred years ago.

"Shadow Temple . . . Here is gathered Hyrule's bloody history of greed and hatred . . ."

Link's hand touched the wall before him, feeling where the writing stopped, unfinished. It was in that instant that Link felt someone grabbing his stomach and twisting. With no one around, Link began to retch his dinner. Wanting to hit himself over the head as he realized his mistake by touching the enchanted wall. The Sixteen year old screamed as he was forced into the mind of the Sheikah responsible for the writing upon the wall. He could feel the throbbing of her stumps where her limbs were no longer attached, the shaking in her weak arm as she tried desperately to write legibly. As she carved words into the soft stone, screams of torture echoed throughout the dimply lit hall, muffled only by the blood dripping into her ears.

"Some one," She whispered, "Some one please, stop her, STOP HY—"

Link fell backward as he was trust back into his own body. Landing on his back, he quickly turned himself over as he began to hack up blood, his abdomen burning with pain. Quickly he tore open his green tunic desperately glancing in the dark at his stomach.

"Navi! Wake up!"

A bright light twinkled from his left side as he tried pushing himself upright against the opposite wall.

"Link?! Whats wrong?!" The small fairy tinkered in horror as she stared at the growing bruise upon his stomach that seemed to twist and darken with every second. The bruise Illuminated by her aura as she neared him, Navi screamed. "LINK!"

The memory ended. Link stood there, eyes wide, his face distorted with mortified emotions.

"That wasn't me . . ." Link turned to the Yiga member who stood trembling by his side,"why wasn't that me?!"

Link yelled without regard to his surroundings, the clan member quickly planting their hands upon Link's mouth. Uselessly trying to muffle his frantic screaming. The Yiga clan member's arms trembling as they too pathetically shook in weakness. Link was not the only one to have seen the memory before him. It was this revelation that caused him to stopped screaming in panic. His heart beat racing rapidly as he watched tears fall from the Yiga's crimson colored eyes.

"B-but your name. . . I-I-Isn't it . . ." They both collapsed onto the floor. Link grasped tightly in trembling arms.

"Link . . ."

Another voice sounded in the room. Completely foreign to Link's ears. Turning his gaze from the individual holding him, the hero looked towards the entrance of the room. Standing there about ten Yiga members, all of them without masks. All of them with matching tattoos upon their foreheads in blue. All of them staring in disbelief, staring with their crimson eyes.

It seemed that Link did not just experience a memory, but a vision. A vision that everyone in the entire Yiga hideout experienced at the exact same moment as him. Link became horrified, yes the man in the vision was named link, but he was not him. No, that person was not him.