A sort of prequel to Last Chance. Yes this is just me advertising my other Tamora Pierce story... ) But even though it's not from the POV of either Jon or Alanna, it's still about them and their hope to be together and what the god's think...so Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own the Gods from Tamora Pierce, or her human characters :( How sad...I always wondered what would happen if I owned Jon... :D

A/N: This is not a stand alone. There will be a second and possibly third part to this interference of the gods.


"Are things going as planned, Great Lady? I should hope so, for everything always goes your way," Mithros smirked at the beautiful woman pacing in front of him. Her green eyes flashed dangerously as she swirled around to glare at her brother.

"And I'm positive that everything always goes your way," she retorted, walking back to the large dish of water. Flinching at the several scenes that played out in front of her, she angrily pushed the dish off the table.

Raising his eyebrows in amusement, he tried to cough indiscreetly to hide the laughter threatening to overflow.

"Do you think this is funny! They were supposed to be married. She was supposed to raise children that would come under me and –"

"Help you make Tortall the strongest country to unite the world," he recited. "We've heard this so many times, Sister, that I think that everyone was bored of the idea," he drawled, gesturing his hands to produce a picture of the Tortall that would have been.

"Are they masochists?" she fumed as her black hair swished behind her as she began pacing. "Can't you do anything? You are the boy's patron –"

"We are not to interfere in mortals' affairs unless we are called upon or they unconsciously need us." He got up, frustrated at his sister's sudden lack of knowledge.

"Do we then sit here for the third generation after King Jonathan the Third to ruin the world with the plague that kills everyone off? It is an unmovable future. If he is to marry Thayet, the third generation will ruin this world, and they will live in wars forever, despite the aid of the best mages and knights Tortall will ever have…" She could not go on. The despair overtook her as her brain replayed the few scenes that the water had shown her.

He knew that the wondrous world that was created so many millenniums ago would come crashing down with this one marriage. There was no other way, unless…

"There might be an alternative. We could change King Jonathan's mind with ease, however changing Alanna of Trebond's mind might not be so easy." She glanced up at him to find him creating a script of some sort. Leaning over his shoulder, she quickly scanned the script he finished writing.

"Interesting. It just might work."


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