He wanted to run. It was the natural reaction of the situation every Minish feared. Yet his legs had been rooted with fear. The school he had attended had always told him of the danger of Hyrulians, and Mino was probably the only one who had listening while the other students slacked off. School for Minish always lasted until the student was ten years old, when he could train in more aspects by themselves or an indepenent tudor. He had taken magic by the forest magician Ezlo and and practiced swordsmenship by himself.
What Mino hadn't realised (and it is probably best he didn't) is that there was actully three Hyrulians looking at him. They were about eleven to twelve and were good friends. Seeing a Picori was very rare, so they were all amazed on their luck of seeing something people called a legend. They looked at each other. The first one, a blonde girl, stared back at it.
"Think we should capture it?" She asked her friends. Mino twitched as his fear doubled. The second, a black haired boy, jumped with glee.
"Yeah, and we can squish it and stuff!" He said. Mino was absolutely terrified now. One more bad thing and he would be sprinting faster than the wind to the tunnel. The third, a brunette girl, piped up.
"Maybe we could feed it to a spider." Mino made a mad dash through the tunnel, screaming. By the time they had realised he was running away, he had shot himself into the tunnel. He laid there panting, knowing the tunnel was too small for them to get him. That was deadly close. If he had told Ezlo of that, he would have been both praised for showing skill by running at the right moment, and scowled for getting in trouble. The three Hyrulians had left frowning after realising he had ran away. He sighed with relief on the relief of the sound of their footsteps fading away. Those sick people! They were going to kill him for personal pleasure? He remembered a lesson Ezlo had taught...
Ezlo wrote 'Hyrulians' on the board. Each student was doing their own thing. Mino was listening intently to his teacher, while Vaati was next to him taking a nap. Everyone knew Vaati had extra lessons with Ezlo by himself, so nobody minded him missing a lesson. Chances are he had already heard about the subject. Other Minish were either listening or practicing magic in the back of the class. Ezlo smacked his staff on the floor, making a loud bang. Everyone looked and listened, with the exception of Vaati.
"Alright class, today's subject is Hyrulians. I'm pretty sure you have all heard of them, and prehaps one of two of you may have even seen one. They're about 80 times your size and the majority of them don't think you exist. They only believe Minish, or Picori as they call us, as legends. And- VAATI! PAY ATTENTION TO THE CLASS!" Vaati fell out of his chair. Everyone laughed, even Mino who usually didn't do anything but listen in class. Ezlo cleared his throat as Vaati got up, and he continued the lesson...
Mino thought about how he his classmates were doing now. Prehaps karma had went gotten them and they had died at Hyrulian hands. He dismissed the idea of his good friend Vaati dying, and headed back home...