The Forbidden Daughter | PJO Book One

seventeen

ARIANA DOES NOT RECOMMEND HOLDING THE SKY

The horrible thing was: Ariana could see the family resemblance. Atlas had the same regal expression as Zoë, the same cold proud look in his eyes that Zoë sometimes got when she was mad, though on him it looked a thousand times more evil.

He was all the things she had originally disliked about Zoë, with none of the good Ariana had come to appreciate

"Let Artemis go." Zoë demanded.

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

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

Atlas smirked. He knelt next to Artemis and tried to touch her face, but the goddess bitcat 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."

Ariana looked at Annabeth. She was desperately trying to tell them something. She motioned her head toward Luke.

But all she could do was stare at her. Her blond hair was now streaked with gray.

"From holding the sky." Thalia muttered, as if she'd read her 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 then, studying the trio. "So these are the best heroes of the age, eh? Not much of a challenge."

"Fight us." Ariana challenged, manipulating the shadows. "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." Ariana sighed.

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 Ariana didn't hate his guts so much, she 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 them a pool of water appeared: a pond ringed in black marble, big enough for the Ophiotaurus.

Ariana could imagine Bessie in that pool. In fact, the more she thought about it, the more she was sure she could hear Bessie mooing.

"Don't think about Bessie." Percy whispered so only she could hear.

She gave him a look of confusion but once she saw how panicked he looked she concentrated in anything but Bessie.

"Thalia, call the Ophiotaurus." Luke persisted.
"And you will be more powerful than the gods."