Disclaimer: I do not think I own any of these characters or other stuff, except for Kred. If I have forgotten something, please notify me. Oh, and if the words the Pictsies use are not correct, do not blame me, I lent someone my "Wee-free-men". Later chapters will probably be better. And oh yeah, I have not read Wintersmith yet, so if you have a complaint, consider this in your calculations.

Bye-Bye

She kissed her father on the cheeck. "Are you sure you have everything?" Her mother asked again.

"I'm fine", she repeated.

Her father sighed, "Just make sure you're back in time for the festival." (1)

"I'll be fine dad, don't worry. Would I ever miss it?" She asked, while she stepped into the coach.

"No, you wouldn't!" He admitted. He flashed her a smile.

Her mother just stood there, holding Wentworth's hand. Wentworth, was eating a sweety. "Almost ready?" the driver asked.

"Yes, I'm ready," she replied. Her foot rested on the ground a second longer, before she lifted it and sat down in the coach. She would miss the Chalk. She heard a whip crack, and the coach started to move. She saw her family waving, and absently waved back. She wondered what it would be like in Ankh-Morpork.

((1) The spring festival)

"Ach! Crivens! The hag's leav'in agaen."

"Ach! You're right, com'oon, we've got'ta tell Rob."

And the two dissapeared.

"Are yoo sure?" he asked.

"Corse we ar!" exclaimed wee John. "We been spy'in on her all af'ternoon!"

"Ok. Ok. I believe you." he shushed Wee John. This was hard, he, Rob Anybody, was about to declare war on the Wee-free-men to the north. This had to happen, because they had stolen a sheep on their territory. But he also needed to protect Tiffany. He couldn't go himself. Who to send? Not the toad, the toad was their strongest weapon. Not Daft Wullie, he wasn't smart, but he was a good fighter. "Wee John", he called.

"Yes"

"You and Kred go after her, and see that she's well tak'n care oov. Keep in touch!" (2)

"K" Came the reply.

((2)All the Wee-Free-Men now had the ability to read and write, although not well.)

Meanwhile, Tiffany was not quite enjoying her ride. The road was very bad, and she kept being thrown in all directions. She righted her hat yet again. She wondered what Ankh-Morpork would look like. Maybe there were loads of witches there.

While she was musing, the coach stopped for another rider. A small boy with a tomcat stepped in. Tiffany greeted him, but paid no further attention to him. She was fourteen now, but her hormones weren't really active yet.

It soon became dark, but Tiffany would not allow herself to fall asleep while there was another person in the coach. A trait she had taken off Granny Weatherwax. So she stayed awake. Amusing herself by watching the stars for a long time. The boy fell asleep after mere hours. Tiffany's first thoughts told her she could also sleep now, since the boy wouldn't be able to notice it in state he found himself in. But her second thoughts didn't agree. Saying the boy could wake up at any moment, so she stayed awake.

Luckily, the boy was still asleep when she awoke. She had really not wanted to sleep. But exhaustion had finally claimed her after a while. She looked out of the holes in her doors that were supposed to resemble windows(1). Before her loomed a very big thing. She had arrived in Ankh-Morporkh...

((1) (They just weren't big enough, you wouldn't be able to balance even a very small pie on the sill(2)(3))

((2) (Tiffany lived on a farm, where pies are constantly wafting on window sills. Although everyone knows that they always get stolen by pesky little boys. Scientists think farmers do it on purpose, so hyperactive kids get their medicines at regular intervals(4))

((3) (A lot of nobles tend to get bored during long journeys. And people generally lean on their elbows when they are bored. For this particular reason, small sills have been installed in modern coaches, so nobles can be bored more comfortably))

((4) (They put the medicine in the pie))

Well, mensjes, gens, and people. This was my first chapter. If you have complaints, please review. If you would like to say how good it was, please review. If you do not want to say anything, please still review. Oh, and just so you now, this is most certainly not going to be one of those idiot slash-stories. I repeat, this is NOT going to be a stupid slash-story, where the two most unlikely persons meet, fall in love and become gay or anything. My sister loves those story, and I just can't stand them. Thank you for liking the first chapter.