I would like to thank my reviewers for the reviews, and for letting me know that I do not stand alone in my battle against /stories. Here is chapter 2. Do enjoy.
Disclaimer: I don't own any characters up until now (I write this before I start this chapter).
A city
Tiffany kept walking. The city was working on her nerves. Everywhere she looked, she could see buildings. She had spent her life in the country, and Lacre too had mainly bare soil. The ground herewas made completely of stone. She shook her head. Calm, that was the thing. Be calm, and act like a witch. She felt above her head. Her hat was still there. This made her feel better, but she still wished someone else she knew was there. Even Wentworth would help. She looked at the small piece of paper again. Wicklane 89. She had absolutely no idea where that was. She looked around for a streetsign. The buildings loomed over her again, but she ignored them this time. She thought she spotted a pole. She started towards it, but it was hard pushing through the crowd.
Two men in chainmail, running after a troll(1), suddenly rounded the corner in front of her. She assumed they were men of the watch.The troll was faster, and people jumped out of the way for him. The Watchmen had a very hard time keeping up. No matter how hard they shouted, no one lept aside for them. While looking at the watchmen, Tiffany hadn't payed attention to the Troll. Who, since she did not leap aside, swatted her aside with a single blow.
The last things she heard before she hit the pavement were: "Ae! That's noo way ta treat a Hag!"
Nay, ye treat 'r wit' respect, ye ken!"
((1) Tiffany never before saw a troll(2))
((2) At least, in the stories I have read))
Her body was lying on something soft. Or wait, no! It was very hard. Very, very hard. And something was beneath her left shoulderblade. She tried to get up and reach for it, but her head hurt too much. So she groaned instead.
She fluttered her eyes, trying to open them so she could see where she was. But they shut immediately after each attempt. Her left arm spasmed suddenly, and hit something hard. Her hand immediately started stinging. Why had her hand spasmed. She lost consciousness again.
A/N: This was it again. I know the chapter is pretty short, again. But... That's just the way I write. If anyone wants to know where Tiffany is, do review. When my total for this story has doubled, I will post another chapter.