[A/N]: Thanks for all the food, everyone. You made me feel so much better :) And sorry for not updating for so long…actually right now, I have left FFnet…so technically I'm not even supposed to be on here, but what the heck, who cares? So I'm updating. Yeah.

On a sad note, this story didn't win the Veritas. :( Ah well, it was nice being nominated :D

Ahem. On another random tangent, my story, "The Anonymous: Wings of Dark Victory," has been posted on Choices of a Demigod.

Yes, that's the story I've been nagging everyone to read and review. Yes, this story, Parodies of PJO, is on posted on the site too. Please go check it out and please review. Thank you…

Link: www (.) demigodchoices (.) webs (.) com. It's also on my profile.

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Word of the day: Pododermatitis—inflammation of skin tissue of the foot.

Prophecy, Part III

Chiron trotted to the security desk in the old, rundown building. A withered gray man sat behind the desk, scribbling something on a piece of paper.

"What do you want?" the man asked, sounding bored. Chiron handed him the brochure, wordlessly. The man looked over it for a bit, then nodded. "Would you like to see Lord Kronos?"

Chiron nodded. The man pressed a button and disappeared in a puff of smoke. Chiron waited there for a few more minutes, before a burst of bright light appeared, and the titan lord himself, in the form of Luke Castellan, appeared.

"My dear deceased father," Chiron began, "…wait. Aren't you supposed to be dead?"

"Do not insult me, my son! I have the right to live, according to the Constitution of the United States of America!"

Chiron raised an eyebrow at Kronos. "We're Greek. Not American."

"But we live in the United States of America, no?"

Chiron blinked. "Okay then…but my deceased-yet-now-come-back-to-life father, why are you still in the form of that son of Hermes?"

"Do not insult me again, my son! I have the right to be in this form, according to the Constitution of the United States of America!"

"Actually, nowhere in the constitution does it state that 'Kronos has the right to assume the form of Luke Castellan as his demigod host.'"

The titan lord growled, and waved his fist angrily at the centaur. "I shall blast you with lightning! I shall blast you with lightning! For your impudence is unnecessary!"

Chiron couldn't resist it. He waved, and said cheekily, "Er…note that only Zeus and his children can blast people with lightning…"

"Drat."

"So," Chiron continued, "my deceased-yet-now-come-back-to-life-in-the-form-of-Luke-Castellan-with-supposed-lightning-powers-and-many-allusions-to-the-Constitution-of-the-United-States-of-America father, I have come to join the dark side."

Kronos nodded, satisfied. "And may the force be with you."

"What?"

"You've never watched Star Wars?"

"Oh…that's what you're talking about. Um…"

Kronos sighed impatiently, and tapped his foot on the floor. "How many free cookies would you like?"

"A hundred boxes please. I get lonely in the winter, with only cookies to eat."

"Consider the deal done. Chiron, my son, welcome to the dark side."

Chiron nodded solemnly, before an idea suddenly popped into his head. "Ahaha! Do you know what I just realized?"

"No…"

"You could say, 'Luke, I am your great-grandfather.'"

"…"

Chiron shook his head in pity. "You're getting slow in your old age, father. You know, like in Star Wars! Instead of 'Luke, I am your father,' you could go say 'Luke, I am your great-grandfather!'"

"Or I could just go 'Chiron, I am your father.'"

Chiron facepalmed. "But it has to be Luke! Darth Vader had to say 'Luke, I am your father!' Not 'Chiron, I am your father!' Plus, don't you think it's weird that Luke turned into his own great-grandfather? I mean, that's so weird, don't you think—"

He dodged the blast of lightning Kronos threw at him.

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Ingram skipped happily around the meadow, followed by three rather unhappy half-bloods.

Nico groaned, and set his sword down. "Why must we walk for this long? Why can't we just shadow travel to Aphrodite's place and deliver the letter already?"

"Because it's a quest," muttered Annabeth, but she looked pretty tired. Percy dragged along behind all three of them, moaning to himself as he trudged through the grass. For all his invincibility, the son of Poseidon didn't look very invincible.

Finally, after walking for some time, Nico got impatient and shadow travelled everyone to Aphrodite's place. Unfortunately, he accidently shadow travelled straight into a rosebush, so everyone had to spend half an hour getting the thorns out of their clothing.

Finally, they all got the thorns out and stood up. Percy had a pink rose stuck in his hair, and from a laughing Annabeth, Nico got the feeling he had a rose stuck in his hair too. Only Ingram was standing there with a placid expression on her face, pink lightning randomly sparking along her fingers. "What was the prophecy, again?" she asked innocently as Nico frantically patted his hair to make sure there was no roses stuck there.

Girl of the broken nail,

Shall set out to send mail—

Saving something important to us all…

But beware…do not fall…

"So we have to not fall?" asked Ingram, twirling her hair with her pink lightning fingers. As Nico nodded, still checking to see that he didn't have a rose stuck anywhere, she squealed and jumped up and down. "Let's go deliver the letter to my mother now! Yay!" She laughed manically and ran along the place, when she tripped over a bush and fell. As horror registered itself on her face, she gasped, "oh no! I fell! It's even worse than breaking my nail!" and…after a nanosecond of agonizing pain, she died.

Percy, Annabeth, and Nico stared at the daughter of Aphrodite and Zeus. After staring at her for another few minutes, Percy shrugged, and turned to Nico. "Hey, Nico, can you shadow travel us back?"

Nico nodded and shadow travelled them all back to camp.

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And thus ends the story of the Ingram. However, Chiron decided to stay with the dark side, and receives free cookies all the time. The end.

[A/N]: Wow, that was really random. I guess I got lazy :P

Merry late Christmas, everyone, and Happy New Year! :DI finally got to read The Lost Hero…more than two months after it came out. Yep. That's how depressingly behind I am. :( It was epic, but I'm rather disappointed. Is it just me, or was Thalia extremely OOC? And there's no appearances of Nico, Grover, or Tyson. No mentions, even, of Katie, Connor…and other random half-bloods and people. HOW FREAKING ANNOYING IS THAT? GAH!

Anywho.

Next up, "Lacey Jackson, Part I." I'm reverting to the daughter of Poseidon thing again. o.O Because I'm out of ideas.

Again.

Review please :D