I'm not Tammy, but I'm sure you already guessed as much. Tell me what gave it away, the talk of dimensions and special relations? Or alternate dimensions existing simultaneously in space? Or maybe it was just my extensive use of the word construct…

Wow thanks for reviewing so quickly! I posted it last minute at two in the morning, debating on whether it was good enough for posting, but I'd had this idea in my head for weeks and it just seemed right, so I did! I love reviews this is the quickest I've gotten reviews on my stories ever!

A special Thank you! to:

nativewildmag and Ace Ryn Knight! Yes there haven't been any that I've noticed either. I loved Gainel's character in TRotG. He was my favorite and I was kind of disappointed when he didn't show up in any of the later books at all! He just seemed more human than the other gods, and there are all kinds of references to humans&emotions/chaos/him-being-part-chaos&having-emotions that it seemed obvious to me that something like this was meant to happen.

Of course you don't know what'll happen, but I do, you'll just have to read and find out haha, aren't I just awful?

And Sorceress Shadow Rain: You're the first person to review this fic! Bake yourself a cake girl, cuz you are awesome! And, yes I do plan on continuing; however I'll probably wait forever between posts, and randomly double or triple post. Like I said, aren't I awful?

Providence Smiles

By LGR

Interlude 1The Faults of the Gods

"No Lynn, the Gods can't control everything in our lives. For one thing why would they want to? For another, we were created as they were, we get to make our own choices, live our own lives. The Gods are more like overseers, making sure everything runs smoothly, helping us when we get into trouble, sometimes meddling where they see fit; but for the most part they leave us alone, unless they need us, or we need them." Numair told his daughter in answer to a question.

"Why would a God need a human? Can't they do whatever they want?" she asked confused.

Her father shrugged slightly, "They have tremendous powers, yes, but they have their own rules and laws and limits. Sometimes there are things the gods have no power to affect, where they have to give up control and rely on us to make the right choices. It helps to keep the balance between mortals and gods."

Sarralyn was listening with intense interest quite uncommon in a nine year old girl, but she still seemed curious. "Has it ever happened before? That the Gods needed a human to help them?" she asked.

"Oh, yes happens all the time. You mightn't have realized this, but nearly all your adoptive aunts and uncles have had contacts with the gods." Sarralyn's eyes bulged in surprise.

"Really? Not just Gramma and Grampa, right? But the other gods, too? Really? Which ones, which ones!" she pleaded spastically, sounding like a typical nine year old girl again.

"Well," Numair began, "Your Auntie Alanna—,"

"But I already knew about her …" she said making it sound as if she thought Numair was trying to trick her.

"Maybe, but did you know that your Uncle George did, too?"

"Unc'l George, talking to a god?" she giggled, George might have been her favorite out of al her uncles because he was could make any situation funny, and his down to earth nature and manner had made fools out of many "fancy people". At balls and galas, when nobles talked circles around each other, George would say something very obvious that completely discredited everything the noblemen said, rendering them lost for words and forced to make spatter non-sense sentences to try and cover their tracks, making them look even more foolish. She'd seen it happen before and thought it was almost as magic her cousin Thom turning tea cups into porcupines.

Sarralyn could picture her Uncle George talking to god like he was an ordinary person, and the anonymous god standing there looking dumbfounded; the thought made her snicker.

"What god was he with?" she asked her father.

"The Trickster god, Kyprioth, and so was your cousin Aly and Nawat."

Well that made plenty of sense to her. Those three were the trickiest people she new. Her cousin Alianne was The Copper-Isles spy-master, and Nawat wasn't only her husband, (which in itself looked like it took a lot of effort and vigilance, as far Sarralyn was concerned,) but was in charge of a new military force in the Copper isles deemed The Crows, that were similar to the Queen's Riders in Tortall.

"Who else?"

"Your cousin Kel's been doing all kinds of things for the gods for years, poor girl, they won't leave her alone. Your Uncle Jon? The Black God himself is his patron. Your cousin Kalasin and Emperor Kaddar, the Graveyard Hag is always dropping in on them I hear." She hadn't understood then, but now she realized what her Father's slight smirk was hinting at.

"And then there's your cousin Lianne who married a nobleman in the Yamanis Islands, The wave-walker looked her up, I hear. And—oh, me and your Ma, of course," he said as an after-thought.

"Da, what are the Gods like?" she asked wonderingly.

He took on a serious expression and was silent for a moment, then sighed, "Well, with the track record the rest of you family and adoptive family have between us, not to mention your own abilities, I'm sure a god will petition you someday, so I might as well tell you now.

"The Gods of humans, the Great Gods especially, might look like people, they might even appear to act like them, but they don't see things or understand things the same way we do. A death or the need of an individual person doesn't concern them, unless that person was useful to them, and even then their sorrow is the slight annoyance at the loss of a tool. It's not that they hate us or feel any ill will toward us, it's just the way they are. They can't help it. Maybe it's because they live so long, or maybe there's another reason, but they have a very narrow emotional capacity.

"So if you meet a God, keep this in mind, they can't help what they are, don't despise them for something they have no control over, like how your mother's animals can't help what they are, or you can't help what you are. But still be mindful, you can't appeal to the humanity of a God, because they aren't human, and things that would be horrible to us are nothing to them."