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Knee's buckling, muscles straining, a heavy stream of sweat blinding him, Atlas did what no one thought would be possible, even for a Titan. He shrugged. He shrugged off the heavens, taking the burden that he had bore for millennium off his sore shoulders and simply faded away. Some theorized that is was his death throws that gave him the strength to heave the sky, others that the Fates simply showed mercy upon him.
It was only through the immediate intervention off the gods that the Heavens and the Earth did not embrace and flatten each other. In their haste to prevent incredible death and devastation, they cursed the spot the sky and the ground would meet, tainting it with the pain and suffering of one of their own sons.
Now, with immortality given to him to bear the burden of the sky, Percy Jackson carries the weight of the world he know's. He is doomed to suffer the crushing forces of Heaven and Earth, forever attempting to embrace each other. Atlas has shrugged, and now a young demigod is doomed to take his place.
Poseidon's Palace
Poseidon sat in his throne, brooding. His son, his only living half-blood son, was in the surface world keeping the sky and earth at bay from each other, protecting what lay in-between them. It was a stupid move on his part, and one he would regret for many years.
He wished he hadn't made such a rash decision. There were so many other people to choose from, plenty of titans plain sitting in Tartarus; waiting for their punishment for the rebellion. Prometheus may have been a good choice for this burden.
His son was cursed by the fates, and now he was trapped with no way out, all because Atlas shrugged.
Camp Half-Blood, Girl's Lavatory
Annabeth sat in the bathroom stall, legs pulled up to her chest and silently weeping and glad that no one could see her in her moments of weakness. It had finally sunk in that Percy was gone forever, and it hurt.
It had hurt when her father remarried. It had hurt when Thalia had been turned into a tree to prevent her from dying. It had hurt when Luke betrayed Olympus, joining the Titans and causing the very war that killed him. This was straw broke the camel's back, the hurt that had finally gotten to her. It taken the path that all the hurt had already started to path out, finding the chink in the already weakened armor.
Her best friend was cursed forever, all because Atlas shrugged.
New York City, Jackson Residence
Every day, she woke up. Every day, she wasn't sure how she would make it through her life. They had taken her son, her baby away from her forever. There was no coming home, no letters, no phone calls, and no communication like she had the other times he had left. She did not even have the luxury that she would see him again in death. She wished she could fade away into oblivion, so that her pain could fade. No words of comfort could heal a mother's broken heart.
They had stolen her son away. They had kidnapped, taken away her only son. The thieves had not even come to tell her themselves that they had cursed him. Tyson had to come to tell her. Her baby was gone forever, all because Atlas shrugged.
Mount Tam.
I hold up the sky for all of them. I hold up the sky for my parents, because I love them. I hold up the sky for Olympus, for the all that they stand for, because the world needs them. I hold up the sky for Camp Half-Blood, because my friends live there. Finally, I hold up for the world, hoping they will not think to poorly of me.
I hold up the sky for now, even as my tired body tells me to drop it. I want to drop the sky, and go back home, have one of my mother's blue cookies and meet up with my friends. I want to sleep and swim in the ocean, and watch the Fourth of July fireworks on the beach with Annabeth.
But I can't, I'm trapped, a hostage of my love for them, all because Atlas shrugged.