The Immortal alliance

Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson and the Olympians or Heroes of Olympus

Chapter 1

How it began

The Titan sighed.

Whilst his burden was not as difficult as some of the burdens of his fellow Titans, it still hurt. Even then it wasn't the pain that got to him. It was the sheer boredom. Day after day, night after night, watching the same shadows pass over the ground. That was his real punishment.

Though his life could be worse he thought, at least he had his children.

Atlas had many children, the most know were Calypso and Hesperides, but he had others. The Hyades, the nymphs who brought rain, Hyas, the Pleiades. But his favourite children, the ones who brought him most joy, where his twin children. Perseus and Zoe. The Titan of Dusk and the Titaness of Dawn.

They were his greatest children, born of his marriage to Selene.

When he was put under the burden of the sky, nearly all his children abandoned him. Calypso had an excuse, being trapped on that island. The others did not. However, Perseus and Zoe, they stayed by his side, leaving to do things he never heard about, but always, when their powers were strongest, they would visit him. He always looked forward to dawn and dusk.

They made him happy.

Perseus sighed.

He did not like that his father was trapped under the sky. He understood that his father had gone against the Gods. He understood that his father need to be punished. But he did not like that he was still being punished, even though he was actually sorry. It irritated him that the Gods would not check their prisoners. That they for one minuet didn't even consider the fact that some of their prisoners might actually be sorry, that they didn't deserve a second chance.

"We should go now." His sister remarked.

Perseus jumped. He had forgotten that his sister was next to him, the both of them sitting on side of the Mt Orthys, overlooking the garden of their sisters.

Agreeing with his sister, Perseus raised himself of the ground, held out his hand to his sister, helping her stand, and together they began to walk up the mountain.

He remembered the Titanomachy, the war between the Titans and the Gods, well. He had been young at the time, barely a century old, new to his domain. He remembered his parents fights, his mother wanting to stay neutral in the conflict, his father, as the general of the Titan forces, was all for fighting these new enemies. The night after that argument, whilst his father slept, his mother had taken his sister and himself to the moon chariot and for the rest of the war they had watched as the Gods and Titans fought.

He could still see the awesome power of Zeus and the Hekatonkheires, as they sheared the top of Mt Orthys. He could still remember his grandfather and the rest of his family as they were thrown into Tartarus. He could still see his strong and powerful father crumbling under the weight of the sky.

He shook himself free of memories as he and his sister came upon the peak of the mountain.

As always, their father stood to the left of the crumbling palace, straining under the weight of sky. Walking past the rubble, he could still see, if he looked carefully enough, the pieces of the throne that Kronos once sat on. Once again pulling himself from the past, he continued walking towards his Father.

"Good evening father." Zoe said as they came open the open space which housed their father.

"Hello to you as well, my daughter." Atlas replied, a smile beginning to form on his face. "And hello to you, my son".

"Hello father." Perseus replied. "How are you feeling today? Do you want a back rub?"

"I am fine Perseus." The Titan replied with a smile. "All I want to know is how your day has been".

"Hesperia decided it would be fun to try to get Ladon to eat us again." Zoe said in an irritated fashion. "She did not find it so amusing when she was hanging from the tree instead".

"I told you." Their father replied "They are jealous. You are my favourite children and they know that. It irks them, makes them want to replace you."

As this conversation happened, Perseus who was still angry about his father's unjust punishment, began to think of ways to get him out of it.

I could offer to take his place myself, but I know that he would never agree to that. He thought. I could try to find some giant to take his place, though I know of none who would take it willingly. The only way out of this is if the Olympians release him. And I know that the Olympians would never visit, they were too stubborn.

Maybe I could get father to ask for a meeting He dismissed that idea straight away, his father was too prideful to ask for help.

The only possible way was if I were to march to Olympus and ask for an audience myself he thought sarcastically. Like that would hap- He stopped short.

That might just work.

Zoe was starting to get worried. Perseus had seemed distracted all morning, not concentrating on anything but his own thoughts. At first she had just thought that he was tired, as she had heard him get up during the night. Now though, after he had ignored them during the whole of their conversation, she started to worry more.

She was pulled from her thoughts when her brother jumped up, seeming to be very happy about something.

"What's got you in such a happy mood?" Her father asked. He also seemed wary of the way her brother had changed moods so suddenly.

"I've got a way to get you free from the sky father." Her brother replied, grinning with such force it looked as his face would split in half at any moment.

"You are not taking it from me." Their father said firmly. "I will not allow you to take the burden. It is mine and mine alone."

"That wasn't my idea though." Her brother said, still looking like his face would split in half.

"Then what is your idea?" Zoe asked, getting excited. Her brother would not have been this excited unless there was a chance it would work.

"At first I thought we could get the Gods to see how you had changed father, but then I realized that; a) the Gods would never visit, so they would never see that you had changed and b) you are too prideful to ask the Gods to come to him."

"That doesn't help at all." Zoe cried out. "I thought you said you had a good idea!?"

"As I was saying, before I was interrupted." Her brother glared at her. "The only way to get the Gods to see that you have changed father, is if Zoe and I go and plead your case before the Gods ourselves."

"No I forbid you! If you go and do that you will be branded as traitors and you will gain a punishment like mine. Or worse! You could be thrown into Tartarus!"

Whilst her father was shouting at her brother, Zoe went through the idea in her head.

If we're careful in wording our request it could work and we have means of transportation, the only thing stopping us is our fathers disapproval. We can work with it.

"Father it's not like that! If we're careful and we pay the Gods proper respect we should be able to get a meeting. And then we can plead for your release!" Perseus was trying to wear him down, but it didn't seem to be working.

"No they won't believe it and then you'll be punished!"

"How about." Zoe interrupted. "We swear on the River Styx, saying that you truly want a chance at redemption. Then we suggest that you swear an oath on the River Styx, saying that you will never take arms against any God or Goddess unless that God or Goddess attacks first. That seems like something any reasonable person would agree to."

Their father was silent for a while, thinking about the suggestion.

"That might work."

Once their father had agreed to let them go, Perseus and Zoe said goodnight, agreed to come up to the top of the mountain before they left, and stated to walk back down the mountain.

We're going to do it. That one thought stuck in hismind all the way back to the Garden. We're finally going to free our father from a punishment which should of ended centuries ago.

Perseus was ripped away from his victorious thoughts when his sister asked "Are we really going to do this? Are we really going to be able to persuade the Gods to free our father?"

"Yes we are." Perseus replied, confidant in their chances. "I think we will be able to get them to release father."

"If you are that confidant, I think there is something else we could ask for." Zoe said.

"Oh? What is it then?" Questioned Perseus.

As Zoe told Perseus her idea, an image formed in his mind, an image of a time where justice was true and peace was not just a lie. What Perseus saw was a true Golden Age.