AN This is the last one of mine, but there's one more chapter in store after this ; ) and then…It. Is. Finished!

There's a Plot Hole on the Loose!

The girl, with long flowing blonde hair and beautiful eyes smiled as she inhaled deeply, taking in the wonderful Los Angeles air. "Ah, finally I've arrived…towards Destiny!"

Someone honked for her to get out of the road. She gingerly sidestepped out of the street where she had been previously blocking traffic.

"It's time for me to reveal myself as The Child of Penelope and Hector, uncovering a hidden and complex prophecy that will unearth The True Purpose of the Daughters and Vanquish The Atrox Once and For All!" She said cheerfully, a magical wind lofting through her cascades of hair and making her appear otherworldly.

The Child of Penelope and Hector who would uncover a hidden and complex prophecy that will unearth The True Purpose of the Daughters and Vanquish The Atrox Once and For All took to the streets of Los Angeles, searching for the Daughters of the Moon so she could get this plan in motion. It wasn't everyday that such a huge and central figure to the plot such as herself arrived, after all, and she was sure the Daughters of the Moon were greatly anticipating her arrival. They were probably in tears of worry, not knowing if she, The Important Plot Device Character, would arrive on time to save the world perfectly.

Using her Plot Device Character powers, the Child of Penelope and Hector…et al, found herself standing outside of an apartment building, knowing that this is where her mother- the all powerful Magna Mater- resided.

However, the Plot Device Character forgot to mapquest her mother's abode, so she did not know the specific address. But fortune smiled on the Plot Device, as a young man eating a corn dog was leaning against the mailbox. Surely he would know where to find the Magna Mater?

"You there, young sir!" cried out the Plot Device, her voice like a seraphim's choir.

The guy with the corn dog stopped chewing long enough to point to himself in disbelief.

She nodded, "Yes, you!"

The guy looked longingly at his corn dog before sighing, dumping the remainder of the food into a wastebasket. There was an otherworldly glow about this chick, and he knew he was in for a long haul of exposition and great quests. Chicks in Los Angeles with otherworldy glows always caused problems.

"What do you want?" He grumbled.

The Plot Device blinked, large, crystal blue eyes, "Might I inquire your name?"

He groaned. He was so not in the mood for this crap, "It's Murray."

She clasped her hands under her chin, and battered her eyelashes, "What a strong, manly name!"

Murray shrugged, "Sure."

Noticing that perhaps Murray was not her True Wub, she switched her tactics, "I am the true daughter of Penelope and Hector, a goddess that was sent here to vanquish the Atrox-"

"Oh great," Murray said sourly. He knew this was going to take a while.

The Plot Device glared at him, "What?" She snapped, not liking her predestined introduction being interrupted.

"The Atrox is already destroyed. You're late." He said in a detached tone.

Her eyes narrowed dangerously, "What do you mean I'm late?! They can't possibly defeat the Atrox without me-"

Murray shrugged, "Sorry. They did. It's all done."

"But-!"

"It's done. They didn't need you."

"That's impossible!" The Plot Device snarled.

Murray bashed his palm against his face, "Look, lady, I'm tired and I've got an entire mortal existence to cope with so if you could take your melodramatics elsewhere, like to Karyl-"

"No! You just listen! I'm Im. Port. Ant! I am the freaking kid of freaking Penelope and Hector. Don't you know who I am?!" She yelled at the top of her lungs.

Murray frowned, "No, I don't. And I don't care. The war's over already, wrapped up pretty quick. Now if you don't mind, I have some TiVo and a slurpee waiting for me at home-"

The Plot Device's lower lip quibbled and she dropped elegantly to her knees. She cradled her face in her hands and cried despondently, "Oh, what is my purpose now?! I existed only to destroy the Atrox, and it's already destroyed…" cue the sniffling and solitary tear down her cheek, "Whatever am I to do? Where should I go? What will BECOME OF ME?!"

Murray gave another apathetic shrug before fishing around the dumpster, "Corn dog?" He offered.