Preliminary warning : This is fanction. As such, I do not own jack shit. Discworld belongs to Terry Pratchett's line of descent (RIP, we shall never forget you. If you read this from above...I'm sorry.), while MGLN belongs to Seven Arcs and possibly some other people for the manga which I couldn't find.

Preliminary warning, part deux : contains CRACK! As in massive amounts. I blame Shadow Crystal Mage. Not that there is anything wrong with crackiness, is there? I wrote this on an impulse after a week of exams. I'm also quite new to the writing thing so please feel free to comment and criticize. Feedback is good, even if it disagrees with the writer! After all, I'm writing this not only for my own fun, but also for people to enjoy it.

Chapter one - Initio, Initiare : To begin

The world is not round(1). It is flat, a disk laying on four(2) elephants resting on a turtle. Nothing quite new here. The turtle moves. Still nothing new. Ankh-Morpork stinks. Which is pretty much some kind of universal constant. Sator square is glowing pink...Now that is new.

Elsewhere...

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN, 'WE CAN'T FIND HER'!

-Dear, would you please stop yelling? And trying to strangle Amy will not solve the problem in any sort of way, either.

-I know, but...I'm sorry, Mother."

Lindy Harlaown, TSAB Admiral and adoptive mother of the one currently yelling, sighs and smiles sadly.

"It's okay, Fate. I understand...I'm pretty sure everyone does. No matter how much time it takes, we will find your girlfriend."

Fate Testarossa-Harlaown suddenly turns an interesting shade of red.

"She's not my...We're not...

-Riiiight..."

The last comes from her former victim, who looks at her with an indeniably amused look.

And now, for something totally different.

In the oblong bureau, the most important (not to mention, sanest) citizen of Ankh-Morpork and a child are discussing. The man is extremely thin, clad in black, and stares at his interlocutor sternly. The young girl is wears a white and blue uniform that look as anachronistic as possible with her surroundings. Her hair, of a brown that borders red, is styled in twin pigtails. Her eyes of azure and innocence stare at the tyrant, filled with fear.

"So let me make this clear. Someone tries to steal from you, and proves his legitimity to do so. But you do not quite agree with it, so you blast him.

-He was trying to steal Raising heart, sir!

-Trying to steal...?

-Raising heart. My partner. Say hello, Raising heart! (*the child smiles cheerfully.*)

-[Greetings, sir.]"

The voice is mechanical, undeniably. For the first time in his life, Vetinari is perplex.

"How...Uncommon. And so, because of this, you shot that man with, how did you name it?

-A Divine Buster. It's a simple spell (*at the mention of simple, people in the audience flinch*) that I can cast easily. Ano...I expected him to raise a shield or something. Plus, he was just stunned, I swear!

-Sir, it is true that the thief woke up some time later. And then beat the set record for the 40 yard dash by a decent margin.

-Well then. I guess no harm was done, so you're not quite under the watch's jurisdiction."

Sir Samuel Vimes relaxed. Having to arrest the kid definitively felt wrong to him. Like kicking a gigantic puppy.(5)

"Then, this issue is solved. On another note, Drumknott...Please contact the mages. I believe...?

-Takamachi Nanoha, sir. Terribly sorry for taking your time.

-I believe lady Takamachi might interest them. Plus, we will need their help to send the child back to where she came from." 'Before she makes an even bigger mess of my city' was added mentally.

So it was said, and so it happened. Half an hour later, the brunette was escorted into the Unknown University, and greeted by a part of the personnel of the High Energy Magic Building. One of them, young, scrawny and prideful-looking (and as such, probably a Wizard who got his diploma recently and that no one cared about enough to deflate his ego), sneered at her.

"So...You're the strange witch?

-Ano...I believe I'm a mage, sir.

-That would be silly...As we all know, male practitioners of magic are wizards, and women are witches. (*the last word is spit out with disdain*) Simple, right?

-Well...Where I come from, mage is a term who designs men and women who possess a Linker core. They use the same kind of magic, divided in different schools of practice. The Linker core is a non-physical organ that only part of the population possesses and that generates mana which you can use for spells. One's linker core can be drained for power, or injured through specific spells or overexhaustion. Such injuries are almost always crippling, or worse. (*The young mage cringes, going through unpleasant memories*)

-Eh...What age are you, kiddo?

-Fourteen, sir. Why?

-Fourteen years old and you already believe to know it all. Bah. Show us what you can do."

There are points when one could swear that Fate is waiting for what you will say(6). A few crows croaked ominously(7). The sky turned darker. Somewhere in the Omnian desert, it rained custard. The critical moment was however when as the child mage had grown several spheres of energy that gravitated around her, someone in the assistance shrugged and let out the following words:

"Meh, boring. You know, the University can handle anything you can throw. Show us something more interesting!"

For once in accord, Fate and the Lady facepalmed.

Ponder Stibbons, for a mage, was a a man of reason. Oddly enough for someone who originally who started with such low standards, he had discovered himself a passion for studying magic. Not just the usual 'throw a fireball, watch the crater and enjoy' procedure. Seeing what the newcomer could do sent him to a world of thoughts (which considering the thaumometer's results were not all quite reassuring). His thoughts came back to reality far too late, as the words 'DIVINE BUSTER!' echoed through the courtyard.

What followed was a beam of pure energy that crashed into a wall, easily went through, stunned three wizards of great experience, gave a few students doing...something with a considerable amount of salt, raw beef and sheep blood(8) the scare of their life, and made a wizard swear off the booze(9). And granted about anyone present nightmare fuel for the next weeks. And broke Ponder Stibbons' thaumometer. It also caused a furious Archmage to storm out of his office and rush to the scene of the crime.

"ALRIGHT WHICH ONE OF YOU IDIOTS DECIDED IT WAS A GOOD IDEA TO CAST WHATEVER STUPIDLY POWERFUL SPELL THAT WAS INDOORS!"

The roar echoed through the courtyard, adding one layer of physical trauma to the many layers of psychological horror that the witnesses already suffered. All eyes shifted to the child who stared the wall in horror.

"Har, har,har. So not only do you manage to get a child in here...I don't even know how or why AND I DON'T WANT TO KNOW! But you try to push the blame on her. I will now wait for the culprit to denounce himself, else the repercussions will fall on every single one of you chumps."

Sometimes, when Archmage Ridcully was, to be blunt, pissed enough, the shades of living fourty years in the countryside tended to reappear. However, since it was also the moment when people remembered why exactly there hadn't been any coup, or any sort of attempt to even undermine his authority for years, and so no one ever dared to tell him.

The child sobbed.

"I'msorryit'sallmyfaultIjustwantedto...

-Breathe,kid. It helps when you want to speak, usually.

-I...I'm sorry. Sir Vetinari said I should go see the wizard, then the men in robes came, I was guided here, and someone asked me to show what I could do...

-You did this alone?

-Yes...I started with something less flashy, but...Someone said I should go all out and that I wouldn't cause any damage anyway...I..."

Yet again, the child was crying. Ridcully sighed.

"You're the one the patrician pigeoned us about, then.

-I guess so...

-(*The man gave her a pat on the back*) Nice fireworks, kid. Don't know where you came from, but that's pretty impressive. And about the damage...We've dealt with more than our share of stupid students. At least you didn't summon a giant demon reasoning exclusively in octosyllabic riddles. That one was a bitch to take care of. All right, let me reformulate...Which one of you taunted the magical joker already pre-labelled as 'stupidly powerful'?"

This time, the lines of sight all converged on the aforementioned idiot.

"Your pay is docked. Not that you need it much considering you're already fed and lodged by the university. Also, you're moved from the High Energies to a more adapated post for the next week...Nah, make that three weeks.

-That is...?

-Latrine duties." Archmage Ridcully's toothy grin peaked at 888,064 kilonazis.

"But we already have cleaners.

-Yup, but I'll make an exception just for you. And your salary's halfed, the money will go on fixing the go-(*Ridcully stopped himself before swearing to gods, which was around these places an equivalent to standing on the top on a hill, in iron armor, during a storm, while insulting karma and being sure that nothing wrong would happen.*) the damn building. And Stibbons? Talk with the kid. I'm pretty sure whatever she casted isn't a spell we know about. Plus try and get the librarian to dig in his books about continunununum stuff. Might want to get little miss fireworks a way back home someday."

And so started a discussion so important that most of it will never be shown (because the author is that lazy, and because 4+dimensions mathematics aren't quite his forte.). While Stibbons started slightly patronizing, he quickly decided to recruit a few colleagues who might be interested, and the Bursar due to his skills with numbers. And a pack of his to take care of his growing headache.

"Incredible...This is entirely different from anything we know. It could lead to massive breakthroughs!

-And all of this happens using numbers...Don't you ever get tired, kid? From what you told us and what we could understand, this seems quite the complicated affair...

-Raising heart help me a lot when I have to cast in combat. I'm really glad to have her.

-[I am happy to be of use, my master!]

-What is that thing?

-(*Nanoha's tone expressed a bit of outrage*) It's not a thing! That is Raising heart, my partner. She has feelings too, you know!

-[It is no offense, my master. I am Raising Heart, an Intelligent Device made on planet MidChilda. I was built as an assistant for the casting of Mid-Childan spells. However, despite my destructive purpose, I was granted a certain degree of self-awareness and thinking capacities, so as to protect my master as optimally as possible. It is an honor to have such fine interlocutors.]

-Incredible. Your jewel acts like Hex! But it's so small...

-Well, MidChildan technologies are rather advanced, although not as much as al-Hazard...So this might explain it.I'm afraid that sort of thing isn't quite my forte, you would have to ask some of our engineers for details and..."

Suddenly, the child yawned. She had arrived quite late, and the discussion had spanned for a while, the participants enthralled in atrociously complex details including thaums and energy manipulation.(10) Plus, the time of dinner had come for the wizards. As such, Nanoha Takamachi was escorted back to the exit, with a demand to come back as soon as possible for further investigation.

As she wandered in the dark streets, unsure of what to do next, a scream raced through the air. And nanoha's saving-people-thing instantly took hold.

(1)That would be silly, right?

(2)It is now known that there were formally five. No one is quite sure how one loses an elephant that big.(3)

(3)Theories tend to include enough alcohol to turn DEATH stinking drunk. Or make a wizard slightly inebriated(4)

(4)Now, if the alcohol went to the elephant or the theorymakers is another question.

(5)Which, considering who exactly he had in his rank, wasn't quite a new feeling to him.

(6)Granted, that might be true, considering

(7)How they managed to get insides, no one might ever know.

(8) Probably some really dark ritual including equally dark forces. That or someone had forgotten to feed the thaumic invisible piranhas. Again.

(9) Which could be seen as a miracle by itself.

(10)And continunununums, which for some reason managed to sneak themselves into about every serious and theorically advanced discussion around these parts.(11)

(11)Which felt quite awkward when you were simply discussing financial planning with your accountant and this happened.

Post-scriptum : Well, that was the story's first chapter. I hope you like it!

Post-scriptum, the second: English isn't my native language, so please forgive me if there are eye-scorching errors in here. Better even, don't hesitate to tell me, I won't take it badly! For similar reason, if anyone is interested in being