((I don't own Discworld. and I'm glad I don't, 'cus I wouldn't write it half as well as Mr. Pratchett, and I'd mess everything up... For starters, I'd marry Agnes off to a vampire... So please don't sue me for this little fanfiction I cooked up at two in the morning after spending boring delayed hours in an airport with Discworld novels for company...))

The Light at the End

By Chibidragon7

Gods.
They whisper in the darkness. Not true words, for they've never needed language...
Small gods.
They're like flies, buzzing loudly in and out of the real world. Flies looking for food. Gods looking for belief... that they would never find. Here in the deep desert? Even St. Ungulant, who had died long ago and was now only a twinge of memory in the minds of a thousand whirring, whizzing voices, hadn't ever been truly a believer. Not in one God.
There is no belief in the deep desert. Certaintly not for anything but sand, sand, and more sand. And huge, exploding purple giraffes. But that was only after the mushroom season.
But the small gods where bothered by something.
If they had any observers but for the occasional mangy lion, there behavior would have seemed unusual. They where swarming, appearing as a huge heat cloud of shadows, dancing angrily in the dusty wind.
The small gods where upset. Not just upset... They where vengeful.
And they suddenly swarmed outwards, stealing in a million diffrent directions, as if trying to get away from that one spot as quickly as possible, in whatever route they could.
The hot, searing, human oven known as the desert suddnly went ice cold. The dunes got icicles. The icicles got icicles.
High, high in the air, a rip appeared in the sky. Beyond lay another sky, a million diffrent colors, a rainbow of a sky.
Something fell through.
"BUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGEEEEEERRRRR!!!"

The time of Omnianism's Ninth Prophet was fast approaching.
So, the Church was getting it's bum in gear and preparing for the Arrival.
It had been One Hundred Years since the Prophet Brutha, and Om had a promise to keep.
This is a story about a God. But it is also a story about Elves, and magic, and the rather unfortunate Witches of Lancre. It also involves Wizards, but they come in later.
However, the story didn't have the decency to start at a conveiant place where everything could just pick up and follow it along, it goes off and starts in the Ramptops, a place Where Stuff Happens, but everybody is too busy too pay attention.
It starts with an Unaturally Kind And Beautiful Naive Virgin and a scruffy man...

((Pleeeeeeease review! I'd gratefully appreciate it. I might even write more...))