Sealed fate || Percy Jackson

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Chapter fifteen: "If Atlas falls."

The horrible thing was: Percy could see the family resemblance. Atlas had the same regal expression as Zoe, the same cold proud look in his eyes that Zoe sometimes got when she was mad, though on him it looked a thousand times more evil. He was all the things he’d originally disliked about Zoe, with none of the good he'd come to appreciate. 

"Let Artemis go," Zoe demanded. 

Atlas walked closer to the chained goddess. "Perhaps you'd like to take the sky for her, then? Be my guest." 

Zoe opened her mouth to speak, but he Artemis said, "No! Do not offer, Zoe! I forbid you." 

Atlas smirked. He knelt next to Artemis and tried to touch her face, but the goddess bit at him, almost taking off his fingers. 

"Hoo-hoo," Atlas chuckled. "You see, daughter? Lady Artemis likes her new job. I think I will have all the Olympians take turns carrying my burden, once Lord Kronos rules again, and this is the center of our palace. It will teach those weaklings some humility." 

Percy and Nara looked at Annabeth. She was desperately trying to tell them something. She motioned her head toward Luke. But all they could do was stare at her. Percy hadn't noticed before, but something about her had changed. Her blond hair was now streaked with gray. 

"From holding the sky," Thalia muttered, as if she'd read Percy’s mind. "The weight should've killed her." 

"I don't understand," Percy said. "Why can't Artemis just let go of the sky?" 

Atlas laughed. "How little you understand, young one. This is the point where the sky and the earth first met, where Ouranos and Gaia first brought forth their mighty children, the Titans. The sky still yearns to embrace the earth. Someone must hold it at bay, or else it would crush down upon this place, instantly flattening the mountain and everything within a hundred leagues. Once you have taken the burden, there is no escape." Atlas smiled. "Unless someone else takes it from you." 

He approached us, studying Thalia, Nara and Percy. "So these are the best heroes of the age, eh? Not much of a challenge."

“I’ll give you challenge you little—”

"Fight us," Percy said, not letting Nara challenge him. "And let's see." 

"Have the gods taught you nothing? An immortal does not fight a mere mortal directly. It is beneath our dignity. I will have Luke crush you instead." 

"So you're another coward," Percy said. 

Atlas's eyes glowed with hatred. With difficulty, he turned his attention to Thalia. 

"As for you, daughter of Zeus, it seems Luke was wrong about you." 

"I wasn't wrong," Luke managed. He looked terribly weak, and he spoke every word as if it were painful. If I didn't hate his guts so much, I almost would've felt sorry for him. 

"Thalia, you still can join us. Call the Ophiotaurus. It will come to you. Look!" 

He waved his hand, and next to us a pool of water appeared: a pond ringed in black marble, big enough for the Ophiotaurus. I could imagine Bessie in that pool. In fact, the more Percy thought about it, the more he was sure he could hear Bessie mooing.