Claire sat up in the bed and stretched for a few seconds. Quickly glancing both out the window and at her sleeping siblings, she realized she woke up a little before dawn.

Well, let's see what I can do to pass some time. Claire carefully got of bed and tip-toed over to the bookshelf, gently stepping over Jack's sleeping form. Brushing her hand over the books, she pulled out a light blue one. At the same time, a letter slid out of the bookshelf. What could this be? Picking up the envelope, Claire flipped it over to read the flat side.

-To My Children | Pete Rivers-

Claire gasped in surprise and stepped back in shock, squarely landing on Jack's prone body.

"Hey!" Jack cried, startling Jill, who was stuck in the sleeping bag and unable to move. "Watch where you're going, idiot!"

"I found a letter from dad!"

Jill, who finally unzipped the sleeping bag, jumped up to Claire's side. "What does it say?"

"I'm opening it, give me a second." Fumbling with the envelope for a few seconds, she finally pulled out the letter.

"Dear Children,

"I leave to you the responsibility I have taken in the last few months. The Harvest Sprites and the Harvest Goddess were sent to another world. Though I lacked the vigor of my younger self, I have managed to bring back three sprites, Guts, Manager of Harvest Sprite Inc., as well as Mercury and Uranus of the Harvest Sprite Broadcasting Station. Guts would be able to explain this all much better than I ever could.

"There is a large tree near the Goddess pond. Bring yourself around it until you see two mushrooms growing at the base of the tree. There is a small door you could fit through.

"Good luck, Pete Rivers"

"Whoa." Jack reeled slightly. "Who knew Dad did this kind of stuff." His attention was caught by Claire, who had changed into a pair of blue overalls. "What are you doing?"

"What does it look like I'm doing, numbskull? I'm checking out this tree."

At that moment, a knock came from the door, silencing the trio. Jill dashed to the door and opened it. On the other side of the door, a short, brown-haired man in a red suit and top hat.

"So, you three are the new farmers, yes?"

Jill glanced back at Claire and Jack before answering. "Yes, we're the new farmers. I'm Jill and this is Claire and Jack."

"Nice to meet you, Jill. I am Mayor Thomas of Mineral Town." Thomas glanced at the weed-filled fields. "This is a chaotic farm. All that you've grown are weeds. Would you have preferred a farm in Mineral Town?"

Jack snapped up before Jill could respond. "You came here to insult our farm?"

The mayor immediately backpedaled. "No, no, no. I know you just got started and all. I just came here to let you know that our regular shipment collector quit and at the meeting to choose a new temporary shipper, well I lost the Rock Paper Scissors." He started to mumble to himself.

"What was that?" Claire asked.

"Oh, that was nothing, don't worry about it." The Mayor left, but not before adding, "I pick up shipments at 5pm but not on holidays."

"Well," Claire picked up a rucksack and wore it, "what are you waiting for? I'm headed to the Goddess pond. Are you coming with me?"

Jill picked up a sickle, "I was thinking of clearing some of the field. We need to get started somewhere." She opens the door and goes outside.

"I should go help her."Jack picked up an ax, and called after her. "Wait for me, Jill!"

Claire shifted the rucksack on her shoulder. Running down the path into the main village, she rounded a corner and soon the tiled path became dirt and followed the river, bordered by a tall hedge. The path soon separated from the river and ended at a small spring.

There it is! The large tree! True to the letter, a large tree had grown near a spring, the Goddess pond. Claire pressed one hand to the trunk of the tree and slowly walked around it. However, there were no mushrooms growing at the base of the tree and no small doors set in the trunk of the tree. Was the letter wrong? Was Dad wrong? Leaning against the trunk of the tree, Claire slid down the bark until she was in a sitting position. Starting to cry, Claire glanced upwards and noticed a knot in the wood of the tree that vaguely looked like a doorknob. Wiping the tears in her sleeve, she grabbed the knot and twisted it. Incredibly, the knot turned and a hidden door opened inward.

"H-hello?" Claire called in.

"Pete? Is that you?" a voice called from inside the tree.

"No," Claire's initial fright wore off and she came in closer, finding a small imp-like creature with thick, swirly glasses, "I'm Claire Rivers, Pete Rivers's daughter. Are you Guts?"

"I most certainly am." Guts stopped to think for a moment. "Do you know what became of your father?"

Claire just looked away.

"Oh. I'm sorry for your loss." Adjusting his glasses, Guts paused for an instant. "Pete was a good man." Guts stopped talking for a minute.

"I'll do it."

"Pardon?"

"I'll rescue the other Harvest Sprites. Me and Jack and Jill, we'll do it."

"Oh, thank you." Guts reached under the counter and slid a small red book to Claire. "These are instructions; it would let you watch the Harvest Sprite Broadcasting Station. Tell your plan to your siblings. We could save all the Harvest Sprites! And the Goddess!"