The Titan's Curse

and lower to the ground, the sky’s weight crushing me.
    Fight back! Grover’s voice said inside my head. Don’t give up.
    I concentrated on breathing. If I could just keep the sky aloft a few more seconds. I thought about Bianca, who had given her life so we could get here. If she could do that, I could hold the sky.
    My vision turned fuzzy. Everything was tinged with red. I caught glimpses of the battle, but I wasn’t sure if I was seeing clearly. There was Atlas in full battle armor, jabbing with his javelin, laughing insanely as he fought. And Artemis, a blur of silver. She had two wicked hunting knives, each as long as her arm, and she slashed wildly at the Titan, dodging and leaping with unbelievable grace. She seemed to change form as she maneuvered. She was a tiger, a gazelle, a bear, a falcon. Or perhaps that was just my fevered brain. Zoë shot arrows at her father, aiming for the chinks in his armor. He roared in pain each time one found its mark, but they affected him like bee stings. He just got madder and kept fighting.
    Thalia and Luke went spear on sword, lightning still flashing around them. Thalia pressed Luke back with the aura of her shield. Even he was not immune to it. He retreated, wincing and growling in frustration.
    “Yield!” Thalia yelled. “You never could beat me, Luke.”
    He bared his teeth. “We’ll see, my old friend.”
    Sweat poured down my face. My hands were slippery. My shoulders would’ve screamed with agony if they could. I felt like the vertebrae in my spine were being welded together by a blowtorch.
    Atlas advanced, pressing Artemis. She was fast, but his strength was unstoppable. His javelin slammed into the earth where Artemis had been a split second before, and a fissure opened in the rocks. He leaped over it and kept pursuing her. She was leading him back toward me.
    Get ready, she spoke in my mind.
    I was losing the ability to think through the pain. My response was something like Agggghh-owwwwwwww.
    “You fight well for a girl.” Atlas laughed. “But you are no match for me.”
    He feinted with the tip of his javelin and Artemis dodged. I saw the trick coming. Atlas’s javelin swept around and knocked Artemis’s legs off the ground. She fell, and Atlas brought up his javelin tip for the kill.
    “No!” Zoë screamed. She leaped between her father and Artemis and shot an arrow straight into the Titan’s forehead, where it lodged like a unicorn’s horn. Atlas bellowed in rage. He swept aside his daughter with the back of his hand, sending her flying into the black rocks.
    I wanted to shout her name, run to her aid, but I couldn’t speak or move. I couldn’t even see where Zoë had landed. Then Atlas turned on Artemis with a look of triumph in his face. Artemis seemed to be wounded. She didn’t get up.
    “The first blood in a new war,” Atlas gloated. And he stabbed downward.
    As fast as thought, Artemis grabbed his javelin shaft. It hit the earth right next to her and she pulled backward, using the javelin like a lever, kicking the Titan Lord and sending him flying over her. I saw him coming down on top of me and I realized what would happen. I loosened my grip on the sky, and as Atlas slammed into me I didn’t try to hold on. I let myself be pushed out of the way and rolled for all I was worth.
    The weight of the sky dropped onto Atlas’s back, almost smashing him flat until he managed to get to his knees, struggling to get out from under the crushing weight of the sky. But it was too late.
    “Noooooo!” He bellowed so hard it shook the mountain. “Not again!”
    Atlas was trapped under his old burden.
    I tried to stand and fell back again, dazed from pain. My body felt like it was burning up.
    Thalia backed Luke to the edge of a cliff, but still they fought on, next to the golden coffin. Thalia had tears in her eyes. Luke had a bloody slash across his chest and his pale face glistened with sweat.
    He lunged at Thalia and she slammed him with her shield. Luke’s sword spun out of his hands and clattered to the rocks. Thalia put her spear point to his throat.
    For a moment, there was silence.
    “Well?” Luke asked. He tried to hide it, but I could hear fear in his voice.
    Thalia trembled with fury.
    Behind her, Annabeth came scrambling, finally free from her bonds. Her face was bruised and streaked with dirt. “Don’t kill him!”
    “He’s a traitor,” Thalia said. “A traitor!”
    In my daze, I realized that Artemis was no longer