Link had been captured by the Yiga. No one knew where he was.. until the night of the blood moon.

Link was forced onto his knees next to a well, somewhere in Hyrule Field. The blood moon’s color danced across the grass, shading the field and the sky in the dark color of malice, making it look hazy and dark.

Zelda held up a hand, holding the Sages back form attacking. There was a Yiga taunting him. Instead of a cleaver, the usual Yiga weapon, he held a curved knife, sharp and glinting in the moonlight. It had the deadly look to it; it could easily strike open a person or slit a throat without even a flick of the wrist.

Several Yiga were watching, cackling to each other and curling their hands into fists as they bounced around giddily, waiting for the moment.

“You, so called “Hero of the Wild”, have been a pain to us Yiga. Kohga was weak, yet you slew him like a sheep brown for slaughter. And I will do the same to you, under the blood moon for Ganon to watch and for my people to laugh at. Hear my name and tremble, young hero; for I am Akuno of the Yiga!”

Zelda released the hold on the Sages by bringing her hand down.