The Celestial

5.

Cole's P.O.V
        There was no way I was going to help Atticus. No way. I will not get myself killed to find a power, that, we won't even ever be able to find. It was insane for him to think that I would actually go and retrieve a source of power that doesn't even belong to him. If I did find it, I would leave it be. Atticus began approaching the group. I waved his hands in a motion that told us to have all attention on him and to sit down. Everyone did just that. Except, of course, me. I suddenly regretted my actions when he gave me a death glare. I stumbled to sit. Then he began speaking. "As you all know, I haven't brought you here for my love of children, but-" I scowled. He paused and looked my way. That glare again. Oh boy. He continued, "You have a very important mission. You must find the legendary power of the Celestial, and then bring it to me." I knew it. He was just using us. If we failed we died. It was that simple. Well, I wasn't planning on dying any time soon.
I couldn't block Atticus's voice from my head. It was like a hammer hitting my head. Except a million times more painful. "If you fail this mission then, well, you fail your life. And if you succeed, you and I will share the power together." With that alone I knew he was lying. I was doomed.