A/N: This is my very first Discworld/Labyrinth crossover and was first inspired when I wondered what would happen if my four favorite characters were to meet each other. Labyrinth sort of got pulled into it against its will. This first chapter is a bit short, I know, but it's kind of like a prologue, if that's any excuse for its shortness. I am well aware that in a linear timeline, these characters most likely wouldn't have met each other at these distinct moments in their lives, so let us pretend it's not linear, eh?

Disclaimer: I do not own Discworld, Laybrinth, or any references to random movies or books that happen to pop up every once in a while.

There are many gods of the Discworld, too many to count. From Offler the crocodile god to Blind Io, chief of the gods. They thrive on belief but since their many manifestations in olden times, they acquired enough belief to wrap around the world 8.53 times. So now the people of the disc believe in them as one believes in rocks. The evidence is too much to ignore.

The gods live high up in the mountain temple of Dunmanifestin above Cori Celesti, the hub of the Disc. Most of them, anyway. Over the years, some have left, some have been banished, some have faded out into eternal nothingness. Out of those infinite gods, one of them was displeased with the realm hovering over the Discworld. He became bored. And so it was that this renegade god left the mountain and built up a realm of his own. It was there that he created a Labyrinth of such complexity, on such a vast scale as to dwarf the carefully carved geography of the Disc. Over time, it collected various creatures, fairies, dwarves, goblins, and beasts that not even the Labyrinth's creator knew the origins of.

This Labyrinth he used as a source of entertainment to staunch his boredom. Through the naïveté of mortals, through quarrels and frustrations, all it took was a wish.

I wish…

And the wishee would suddenly find himself in the castle at the center of the Labyrinth. The wisher would be required to solve the great maze within a set time limit. If he or she failed, well… it was the reason for the Labyrinth's overpopulation of goblins.

But eventually the people learned to stop believing in the effects of wishes and the renegade god's realm fell silent, the paths empty and untrodden.

Until she came.

She who unwittingly wished away her baby brother and, much to the god's horror, solved the Labyrinth and escaped his realm. That was the last he saw of any mortal. Now he stays within the walls of his castle, deep in thought.

His name is Jareth, god of puzzles.

High above Cori Celesti, the gods played a Game.

It was a Game played out on the Discworld.

The Disc was slowly revolving on the backs of four giant elephants which in turn stood on the back of the Great A'Tuin, the world turtle. Clouds moved across the geography of the world, vast oceans and separate continents like egg shell fragments.

"I believe I've found the back door," said the Lady and there was a mysterious twinkle in her emerald eyes.

"Ah, but see, my pieces have already taken over half the city," Fate responded with his usual confidence. He was winning and it was no surprise. Fate always wins.

The Lady was not surprised nor was she disappointed. Rather than playing to win, she merely played not to lose.

"Play again?" Fate asked.

"Might we play fomething different for a change?" Offler mumbled. His thick voice was a result of the words trying to push their way out through his sharp crocodile teeth.

"Warring Tribes, then?"

"We played that yefterday."

"Trolls and Dwarves?"

"Lets face it, playing with the fates of mortals is not as fun as it used to be," Blind Io spoke for the first time. And it was true. Once any world got to a certain age, history started to repeat itself. Before you knew it, there'd be another Morporkian Revolution or even another – gods forbid – Koom Valley.

"Then let us change the rules," the Lady suggested. She was fairly sure she knew where this might lead. She couldn't speak for the others, but she rather enjoyed observing and meddling in the affairs of mortals. They were so interesting.

But Io continued to stare at the game board that was the Disc. He looked thoughtful.

"You think we should scrap the Discworld," Fate stated without hesitation. "You wish to start anew. You wish to create a whole new game."

"Again," Offler said softly.

"It would be quite refreshing," Io said finally. He had seen the beginnings and the ends of many worlds. "We can play a new game, yes. But we'll have to find the dice first."

"You left them under the fofa."

"I did not. I distinctly remember you –"

"If," the Lady cut them off, putting extra emphasis on the word to get their attention. "you plan to scrap the Disc, you know what will have to be done."

"A conclave," said Fate.

"Exactly," said the Lady. "A conclave of the gods shall be held here a day from now. All the gods with be present. And I do mean, all the gods."

Blind Io nodded. "Perfect. But you do realize that if no agreement is reached or if some gods choose not to show, by default, the Discworld will be officially scrapped."

"Of course," said the Lady. The mysterious knowing smile never left her eyes.