A/N: Yep, the first. Yay, I feel so honored… Okay, not really… Like always, summary is in the profile.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Legend of Zelda: The Minish Cap.

Just Lon Lon Milk

Chapter 1- A Quick Sight

It's here. It's today. The Picori Festival. The festival celebrating the time when the doorway to the Picori world only opens once every one hundred year. And this is the 100th year. Hyrule Town is amassing its colorful decorations around the town, filled with events, games, people, things that are normally limited in such a place. The main event of the festival is a sword-fighting tournament, held in honor of the hero that shed light on Hyrule many long years ago. Everybody is going to do something, whether selling things from fresh produces to the most exotic of items, or just going around and enjoying the festival. Visitors from all around Hyrule will come to either see the famous ceremony, or participate in the tournament. The Picori Festival is to remember about the Picori, and their deeds to the humans to seal the darkness away long ago. The Picori Festival is to wait for that ancient door to open again. The Picori Festival is to able to see the Picori finally again.

But, to some people, the Picori Festival is a time to have fun.

And this is no exception to a redheaded girl that lives on a ranch nearby the town. Every year, she and her dad go to the festival to enjoy their time. It's always fun. She gets to take a break from her farm work. She gets to see the eye-pleasing sight of Hyrule Town decorated. She gets to play games and with other kids. She even likes to watch the swordsmen duel each other in the festival's tournament. It's a day she always waits for, from right now, to the time just after the last annual festival. And this festival is to be the best one, since it is the 100th festival since the Picori left for their world. The Picori are supposed to appear in the world of Hyrule. Again. Today. And only today. Bringing happiness to those they meet. And only to good little children. Children with a pure of heart. Even if some of the children are slow-witted or unfortunate, the Picori will appear only to them.

The farm girl can't wait.

She's twelve, and she's been a good girl ever since she can remember. She always wants to see tiny people of lore ever since she heard of them of younger age. Some other kids of her age told her to grow up and believe that there's no such thing as miniature imps that are about the size of their thumbs. Just a fairy tale, they said, to make kids themselves behave.

But still, the girl continues to believe, believe that such a legend exists. After all, if she believes, the Picori will come to her, and not to disbelievers. They will come, and that's what keeps her faith going.

But, whether or not they will come, the ranch calls for some work today. It won't stop the girl from going to the Picori Festival, but it will delay her for a time. Delay her long enough to miss the sword-fighting tournament, she realizes. Even the award ceremony afterwards. She's going to have to speed up her pace if she wants to get to the celebration faster. So, she quickly mills about the farm, a blur of a white, patterned dress and carmine hair against the cows' eyes outside.

After gathering water from a nearby pond, she picks up the filled bucket and starts rushing back into her house. Parting the tall grass in front of her, she almost didn't see the cow ahead and nearly tripped.

"Whoa, Heidi!" she exclaims. "Almost ran into you there, didn't I?"

Straightening herself, she is about to run to her house just meters away when she sights herself a blur outside the ranch's fences. She couldn't be sure, but she thinks she saw a person clothed in green and has free blonde hair. Now, she really couldn't be sure because of the green clothing. Either it was a blonde person in a bright green tunic, or maybe someone or something that has yellow on top has past through the green grass.

Shaking her head, the girl tells herself that such matter will eat her time for the festival. So, dismissing what she saw, she busts the house door open, and enters inside. She just needs to complete this last work, and then she'll be off.