CHAPTER 10 - Kurt
"Help… me…" came a voice. Kurt spun around to the source of the voice, and what he saw made no sense.
Well, most of what he saw made sense, as he'd been told about it when he first got to Camp Jupiter. The sky turned into a funnel cloud, and became an actual physical thing here. It was where the sky and the earth had first made contact, spawning their first children, the Titans. The legend said that they yearned to touch again, but if they ever did, it would bring about the end of civilisation.
Atlas, one of those Titans, was supposed to be holding the weight of the sky here, stopping it from touching the Earth. It was his punishment for fighting against the Olympian gods in the Titan War. But he wasn't there any more. In his place, struggling and grimacing under the weight of the sky, was Hercules.
It made no sense. Why would Hercules be here? He was expecting to find someone else holding the sky, but not him. He was grimacing, struggling, yet he was supposed to be the strongest of them all? Maybe the sky was that huge a burden, that it crushed even the mightiest of them.
Kurt frowned and looked around. Everyone else was as shocked as him. A quick nudge and his group were in battle stations. The other group lifted their guard up too, but there was nobody to fight. Atlas was gone.
Kurt strode over to Hercules.
"Where is Atlas? And why are you holding the sky?" Kurt asked, and the curly haired boy stepped forward.
"We were sent here to find Hercules. He's gone rogue. He chopped Ares' arm off!" the boy exclaimed.
Kurt frowned. Hercules, a god, betrayed the other gods? It was unthinkable. The gods were an army, a family. Why would one betray the others, for a Titan? It didn't make sense.
"Hero… you need to help me… Atlas tricked me, into this… One of his minions… Please, this is…. Getting really hard for me to… hold." Hercules grunted, in obvious pain.
"Why should we believe you?" Kurt asked, and the god lowered his head.
"I guess… you shouldn't…" And that was when the trap sprung.
The disintegrated monster-dust started swirling. They were reforming, right before their eyes. Before any of them could move, the monster army was complete again, and a shadow fell over them.
Atlas had arrived. Landing a few feet in front of the heroes, he towered over them, in full combat armour, holding a spear in his hand; he stared down at the heroes.
"Well… Heroes… How pleasant." Atlas sneered, and kicked Kurt in the chest. He flew backwards, towards Hercules. The god braced, and rolled backwards when Kurt neared, and left the burden of the sky to the demigod. He landed in a crouch, arms lifting, and the sky dropped onto his shoulders.
It was the most difficult thing he had ever had to do in his life. His muscles instantly strained, his legs buckling, his vision blurring. It was the heaviest thing in the world, and so cold. He struggled with all his might to stop it from touching the ground, and it was all that he could do to keep himself from falling unconscious beneath it.
"NO!" Brady shouted, running at Atlas. He leapt and brought his sword down on-
His spear. Atlas lifted his spear and smacked Brady away like a fly. The other heroes surrounded him, but they knew it was pointless. It was a Titan.
They had forgotten about Hercules though, and he took the opportunity to sneak up behind Fay. All too quick, he grabbed her, lifted her above his head, and threw. She cleared the mountain with ease, flying hundreds of feet before she landed in the sea two miles away.
Noah gawked, and lifted his sword to strike Hercules, but before he could move, he felt immense, searing pain. Looking down, he saw that Atlas had speared his thigh, severing the muscle. He sighed, and fell unconscious for the second time today.
Kurt watched his friends being beaten in agony, helpless. There was nothing he could do. Or was there… He had the most insane idea he'd ever had. He prayed to his father. Father, we're in trouble. Please, help us. Just do this one thing for us, and I can do the rest. He prayed, and hoped. He didn't think it was even possible, but it was worth a try. He waited… There it was. The sky rumbled, the clouds darkened. Kurt smiled as lightning forked down the funnel cloud and into Kurt, electrifying him and his armour. And it didn't stop. It was like the ultimate power-up. He pushed, and the sky obeyed. He stood to his full height, holding the sky above him, no longer so heavy. He lifted it with one hand now, and he lifted the other, and pointed it at Atlas.
Atlas had taken this time to knock out the rest of the group, but that didn't matter. Kurt pushed, and lightning poured out of his arm and struck Atlas. He went rigid, the lightning working its way through him. Hercules turned, but lightning hit him too, pushing him back and making him shake. Kurt stopped pushing and the lightning cut off. He clasped his hand into a fist and pulled, and Atlas was grabbed by the air and pulled backwards.
But he wasn't about to give his freedom up so soon. As he flew backwards, he managed to grab an idle Cyclops and threw it in front of him, and the Cyclops hit Kurt, who was knocked from the burden, and the sky dropped onto the Cyclops' shoulders, hands electrifying and locking in place as soon as it touched the funnel cloud.
Kurt was still electric, literally. Lightning surged through his body, sparks flying from his armour. Atlas backed away, unsure of whether he could win this one. Instead, he beckoned to Hercules, and he put his hand on the Titan's shoulder. As soon as they made contact, they disappeared.
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