The Mountain of Despair

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Y/n's POV

On top of the mountain, blocks of black granite and marble littered the floor. Each piece was as big as a house. There were also broken columns and crumbled bronze statues everywhere. The statues themselves looked like they had been melted at one point.

"The ruins of Mount Othrys," Thalia whispered in awe. 

"Yes," Zoë confirmed. "It was not here before. This is bad." 

Percy frowned. "What's Mount Othrys?" 

"The mountain fortress of the Titans. In the first war, Olympus and Othrys were the two rival capitals of the world. Othrys was-" Zoe cut herself off and winced as she clutched her side. 

"You're hurt," I notice. "Let me see. Maybe I can help."

"No. It is nothing," Zoe assured me. "As I was saying, in the first war, Othrys was blasted to pieces. It moves in the same way that Olympus moves. It always exists on the edges of civilization. But the fact that it is here, on this mountain, is not good. This is Atlas's mountain where he used to hold up the sky." 

Finally we reached the summit. Ahead of us, gray clouds swirled in a heavy vortex making a funnel cloud hover over the mountaintop. Where it should have touched the mountain, it rested on the shoulders of a young girl with auburn hair and a tattered silvery dress. Artemis. Her legs were bound to the rock with celestial bronze chains.

"My lady!" Zoe cried out and rushed forward.

"Stop it!" Artemis called out. "It is a trap. You must leave now."

Zoe didn't listen. Despite Artemis' protests, Zoe surged forwards towards the goddess who was drenched in sweat. Never in my life had I seen a goddess in pain. I thought it was impossible. But now I was learning that nothing was impossible in Greek mythology. Zoe tugged at the chains on Artemis' legs, and as she did, a voice boomed from behind us.

"Ah, how touching," the General cooed. At his side, Luke was waiting with a half a dozen dracaenae bearing the golden sarcophagus of Kronos. Annabeth stood at Luke's side with her hands cuffed behind her back. There was a gag in her mouth, and Luke had the point of his sword at throat. 

"Luke," Thalia snarled. "Let her go." 

"That is the General's decision, Thalia. But it's good to see you again," Luke admitted. 

"I still cannot believe you," I mutter. "I used to look up to you. I used to call you my friend. My brother. And now..."

"What did I tell you over the summer, Y/n? You can always join us," Luke noted.

"I will never join you," I spit at him.

The General chuckled. "So much for old friends. And you, Zoë. It's been along time. How is my little traitor? I will enjoy killing you."

"Do not respond," Artemis groaned. "Do not challenge him." 

"Wait a second," Percy interrupted. "You're Atlas?"

"Poseidon's spawn, always so stupid," Atlas insulted. "Yes, I am Atlas, the general of the Titans and terror of the gods. Congratulations for figuring it out."

"Hey! Do not insult my brother. And do not bring up my father's name," I seethe.

Atlas clicked his tongue. "You must be Y/n. I've heard a lot about you. You're right, Luke. She does have quite the sharp tongue. No matter. I will kill you and your brother presently, as soon as I deal with this wretched girl." 

"You're not going to hurt Zoë," Percy growled. "I won't let you." 

"You have no right to interfere, little hero," Atlas sneered. "This is a family matter." 

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