Sorry guys for not updating! I've been working on my other story, On the Brink of War. Hurray! Thanks guys for all of the reviews! I'm not going to say all the names 'cause there was so many! Sadly I also got my first flame :,(. But the good thing is that this is a story and that that flame was wrong. (The rest of this AN is just me ranting. You can skip it. Unless you want a history lesson.) There were two stories on the gift that Poseidon gave to Athens. One said a saltwater fountain and another said a horse. Most people said the fountain so I purposely chose the horse, to make it different. And the truth is none of my cast is a mortal. They are demigods, so they have full rights to enter the underworld. Plus I had permission, remember? Enough of that! To the story!

My POV

Bad news. I'm now officially on the top of Kronos's Kill List. Technically, I cant be killed, but hey, he can do some pretty painful stuff. I don't want to listen to Hannah Montana forever (No offense to all of the Hannah Montana lovers out there.)!

But the good news is that Hades loves me! Annoying Kronos was 'The best thing since Stephen King'! He's been giving me cookies! Who knew his cookies tasted so good?

"Tori!" Elizabeth yelled. "Get on stage!"

"Fine, fine! Cool it Beth!" I called.

"Don't you 'cool it' me! And don't call me Beth!"

"Coming, coming…" I may be a goddess, but I can't say no to her. She's immortal, thanks to her mom, Athena, and she is older than me. She could beat me in a fight without breaking a fight. Last time that happened… I shudder to think about it! Let's just say it included 5 gods injured, 12 of them seriously angry, and one dead red cow. Don't ask.

I got onto the stage. Elizabeth walked over to me.

"Who are you interviewing?"

"Not sure." I replied.

"What? It's 1 minute 'till show time!"
"Now Elizabeth… what have you learned about me these past years?" I chided.

"Other that your great cookie obsession? Nothing." She joked.

"Gods you're slow! It's that I can easily whip up anything in a matter of seconds, including an interview." I explained, slightly annoyed. She sighed.

"Good." She walked to the left side of the stage while I sat down. "Airing in 5, 4, 3, 2…" She held one finger up, signaling for me to go.

"Hello and welcome back to Interviews with Demigods on Hephaestus TV! Gee I wonder who we'll be interviewing next!"

I started. That was a good question. Who should I interview? The I had a crazy, stupid, yet smart idea. Ideas like that sum me up pretty well! "Let's bring in the Party Ponies!"

A hunting horn sounded and echoed off the wall. Yet, only 2 centaurs trotted down the isle. They were holding paintball guns and NERF bats. One of them wore a lei, which was kind of weird. but hey, they were the Party Ponies! 'Weird' is their middle name.

"Woo hoo! PARTY!" The centaur in the lei yelled.

"Not yet! Get on stage so I can interview! Afterwards party!" I tried to get the lunatics under control. I finally did, but only after one viewer broke an arm.

They stood on stage, while I sat in my chair(Sadly, still rubber. Thalia will not stop!).

"Okay girl, what's the first question? I wanna party!" Lei dude asked. The other one was named Greg. I didn't bother asking Lei Dude for his name.

"Ok for both of you, what the Hades do you ponies do?"

"First of all, I don't like being called a 'pony'. It makes me sound weird." Greg argued.

"You are weird." Lei Dude snorted. Greg scowled.

"Shut it Bob." I stifled a laugh. Bob… "And to answer your question… nothing much. we just party, hunt, party, sleep, party, drink root beer, party…"

"Ok I get the point! Lots of parties.. can I come to one?" I asked. Greg nodded. "Yay! I'll bring cookies! Next question. Bob, how stupid are you?"

"What?" He asked.

"Hmmm… thought so. Next question…"

"Wait a sec… did you just call me stupid?" Bob asked, angered. I nodded with a stupid smile.

"Yupper doodles! Next question, to Greg! What's your favorite song?"

"Just give him the normal question…" Bob murmured.

"I love the song If I had You." Greg answered.

"Oh… you were so immature looking I thought you were still into Barney. I guess not…" I smiled. Greg growled.

"You did not just go there. I swear I will…"

"What could you possibly do to a GODDESS?" I cut in sarcastically. "I know what I could do. Everyone sing Barney! I love you, you love me!..." I continued singing until the audience picked up. Greg took his friends paintball gun and tried to shoot me. I just flicked my hand, and the gun flew out of his hand and into the audience. A lucky guy picked it up and cheered. I smirked evilly at Greg.

"Aw that wasn't very nice…." I fake pouted. "Here." I snapped my fingers and a storm cloud appeared over his head. Bob stepped in front of him and got struck by lightning. That gave him light-socket hair. Oops.

"Hey you witch! Lay off my friend." That got me mad.

"I'm not a witch!" I let another lighting bolt hit him on the head. his hair stood up in all different directions. More light-socket hair! He threw his NERF baseball bat at me, and I just sent it flying back. Elizabeth didn't do a thing, and Tia was just laughing hysterically into the microphone. Greg and Bob then decided to stop trying to get me, and to trash my studio. They picked up chairs(Which were bolted to the floor, mind you.), tore down my curtains, threw tennis balls at my lights, causing them to break, scared away all of my viewers, and even stole my chair! Nobody steals my chair!

I cracked. I turned them into storm clouds, ordered them out the doors, and didn't bother to turn them back.

I walked back inside, and saw that the broken lights had caused a fire. I went crazy trying to put them out. The problem was I didn't know they also cut off the water. Gah!

Tia and Elizabeth fled, with the rest of the crew.

"Wait! Help me with this! Don't leave me! MEANIES!" I yelled as they ran out the door. I ran back inside trying to put out the flames with my jacket. I didn't know that smoke still affected me. I got slower. It wasn't long before I fainted.

Hours Later…

I awoke in the hospital. It took a while for the fire department to get to the studio. Apollo walked in.

"What happened?" He asked. And so I told him. He gasped.

"Wow. Who knew the Party Ponies could be so crazy! Oh and I have bad news. Um… in the fire… your entire studio burned to the ground… sorry?"

"WHAT?" I screeched. I looked out the window and saw a flaming black square with a lot of ashes. Grrr…. I got so mad a mini wild fire burned in my hair, and Apollo went crazy trying to get it out.

Hahaha! So funny! Who should I do next? Tell me! I want pie, so bye!