And then a chill went down my back. I remembered the words of the prophecy: The Titan’s curse must one withstand. I couldn’t hope to beat Atlas. But there was someone else who might stand a chance. “The sky,” I told the goddess. “Give it to me.” “No, boy,” Artemis said. Her forehead was beaded with metallic sweat, like quicksilver. “You don’t know what you’re asking. It will crush you!” “Annabeth took it!” “She barely survived. She had the spirit of a true huntress. You will not last so long.” “I’ll die anyway,” I said. “Give me the weight of the sky!”
