The Borders Are Open

A collection of ROTG/Discworld Crossover short stories

By LM1991

A/N: Quite a lot of people have thought about it: wouldn't it be awesome to write an amazing crossover for ROTG/Discworld? I've decided to give it a try. I don't know if it will be amazing, awesome, or even good. All I can do is try my hardest and have fun writing it.

Disclaimer: The Discworld series belongs to Sir Terry Pratchett and Rise of the Guardians belongs to DreamWorks. I am not intending to steal from them, merely borrow the characters and worlds for a bit and play with them. I'll give them back in good condition after I'm done.

All the OC's created are only intended to play very minor roles.

Prologue
Chapter One: The Opening

This is the Discworld. Great A'Tuin the Sky-turtle floats through space, carrying four giant elephants on his [or her, because that question still hasn't been answered yet] gigantic, meteor-showered back. These four elephants carry upon their broad, star-tanned shoulders the Disc. A flat plate of land, thousands of miles wide, mostly circular in shape if seen from above. The Discworld has all climates, magic, all kinds of people, trolls, dwarves and mystical creatures that are really not that mystical but very much real on the Disc.

It also has Gods.

The Gods of the Discworld play games with mortal men. They also play with mortal women, children, animals and immortals for that matter. With their own kind or other myths as well, if and when they get the opportunity.

When you're all-powerful and bored you have to amuse yourself somehow, and by mucking about with things not meant for mucking with things will be able to happen that really shouldn't happen, if only for the sanity of some that don't at all deserve to be messed with by Gods that are like small children with a ball and a window that is not yet broken, and should really just go and buy a good book instead.

The Gods, gathered around a playing table the size of a bigger-than-average poker table and with a miniature version on the Disc on top of it [with small figurines of whoever the Gods' favourites, heroes and players were, standing on the exact location where they actually would be if the miniature version of the Disc was real, with startling likeness] wanted a bit of a change to make things more interesting. Not that things weren't interesting on a normal day when they had things like kings, wizards, witches and policemen to play with, but they were Gods and they didn't really need to have a reason to metaphorically go poke an ant-heap with a stick and watch the chaos happen, laughing all the while.

First mentioned was the fact that there were a thousand more Universes to play with, to connect the Discworld to, to wreak havoc on while still being able to play out their favourites.

Then someone said there were a lot of similar worlds to the Disc and this was an even bigger promise of fun-times.

There was a lot of bickering about which world to pick before The Lady [she had green eyes, and if you ever prayed for her help during a game of cards you shouldn't be surprised that you would lose horribly] stepped in with the suggestion that every God would pick their favourite world they would really like to play [mess] with, write this down on a piece of paper, fold these up and throw them in a hat. Then someone who wasn't a God would come to pick one piece of paper, to keep it fair, and that would be the world they would open the Universal borders of the Disc to.

This happened. A rather confused looking gentleman was summoned to stand there looking like he did before someone told him what to do, how to do it, and not to freak out when images would start to dance around in the air above his head when he opened the piece of paper he'd pick.

The man, a rather simple fellow called Thomas Jerry, did what was expected of him, plus a few more confused looks around at all these weird-looking, strangely dressed weirdoes and then screamed a less-than-masculine scream and fainted dead away when after he'd opened the paper sparkles shot up in the air and these made a kind of moving picture in mid-air.

''Ah,'' said Io, leader of the Gods after examining the picture with hundreds of his floating eyes. ''One of the alternatives of Roundworld. Very well.''

A/N: Chapter one, bit of an intro to the short stories I'll be posting shortly. Please tell me what you think about the fic so far. I'm Dutch, so if there's any mistakes, be sure to tell me. I can learn.

Be seeing you, except I won't really, because this is the internet,

Lisette