Beyond Hades: The Prometheus Wars (23 page)

"It mean Titans trying to get out of pit," he said ominously.

The importance of the words crashed into Talbot, and he gazed off into the distance, toward a colossal mountain, dwarfing anything similar on Earth, its peaks shrouded within the green clouds of this world.

He grimaced. Although he'd never been the expert in such things that his brother had, Talbot still understood enough about Greek mythology to know the return of the Titans would be a very bad thing. If Briareus was being literal - and Talbot felt certain he was - then the one group of creatures who had arguably been more powerful than the ancient gods of Greece would soon break loose from their prison -

The pit of Tartarus.

***

"Me carry you," said Briareus, snapping Talbot out of his thoughts.

They'd been travelling for hours, and he was concerned about the timeframe. By his calculations the rift should have already expanded enough to consume all of existence.

Despite his watch being frozen since crossing through the rift, Talbot knew it had been at least six hours, much longer than their original time frame could have possibly allowed. The only thing he could fathom was that time here was somehow different to back home - possibly completely separate. Perhaps being here meant time froze back home and vice versa, though such a thing was likely impossible. He shook the problem away. It wasn't important for the moment. All that mattered was the present, and finding a way to close the rift.

They'd reached the base of the mountain he had spotted earlier, and his companion, a giant with one hundred arms and fifty heads, was offering to carry him up it.

I might as well
, thought Talbot, shrugging. He'd come this far, what was a little more insanity?

Briareus lifted him like an infant, positioning Talbot high on his huge back and gripping him securely with several arms. It was not an entirely comfortable experience for Talbot, but gazing up at the sheer mountainside, its peaks disappearing into the voluminous, green clouds high above, and realizing they were about to ascend it, he guessed things could be a lot worse.

And then things got a lot worse.

Briareus soared into the air and clamped onto the sheer rock through the brute strength of several dozen sets of hands. The handholds were miniscule, and none could have supported Talbot on his own, let alone Briareus, but with his powerful arms and multiple grips they held strong.

And thus began the climb.

The only thing Talbot could liken it to would be riding a spider up a wall. They shot up at incredible velocity, the ground soon stretching far below while Talbot dangled precariously from Briareus's back. The hands which gripped him no longer felt secure, the power of Briareus seemed insufficient for the task.

The giant would often release his grip on the cliff altogether in order to leap across space and scrabble for fresh handholds. Only once did the colossal creature fail to gain purchase on the slick rock, and they'd plummeted fifty feet before Briareus managed to grab hold again. Talbot felt he'd lost ten years of his life in that fall.

After an eternity of climbing, they entered the clouds - a thick green haze strangely warm and dry, a surprise to Talbot given that clouds were formed from moisture, and as such couldn't be dry.

He snickered, momentarily forgetting his situation. In the realm of weird shit happening around him, concern that the clouds contained no moisture should have been very low on his list of worries. Somehow it really frustrated him, though, as he was carried up the mountain. He chuckled louder until he noticed one of Briareus's heads staring at him strangely, causing a rapid halt to his laughter.

The clouds parted, allowing Talbot to see they were finally at the top. He found himself staring down at a huge city, structures fashioned beyond any Earthly architectural dream. It spread out before them, craggy peaks surrounding every edge except the small gap through which they had emerged. The rear of the city appeared to open onto a broad plain, hundreds of miles across, before the surrounding mountains closed it off. Beyond the crags, a thick stone wall protected the entire city, casting shadows over its edges.

Talbot gazed around in wonder as Briareus lowered him to the ground and strode down the hill, soon arriving at the unmanned gates and marching inside, Talbot close behind. The giant led him through the city streets and oddly-designed buildings toward the center of the city. Talbot stared at the structures, so similar to those he's seen in Atlantis, and wondered at their intense beauty. Amazing that something like this could be built atop such an enormous mountain....

A mountain... in a world called Olympia.

It was at that moment Talbot realized where they were, though he should have known much sooner.

They stood atop Mount Olympus.

Talbot's naturally analytical mind had missed things he was sure his brother would have picked up on. They had certainly ended up with the wrong brother for this mission!

The place looked like it was sliced straight out of fiction, and Talbot found his jaw dropping as he gazed at the myriad of incredible sights surrounding him. Buildings populated by beautiful people were designed with similar styling to those in Atlantis, but possessing a more modern, edgy look to them. Thick, clear crystal filled the windows and the doors appeared to be automated, but not in the clunky, electric-powered way the automatic doors of Talbot's world opened. These were smooth, almost graceful in their simplistic design, creating the effect of an invisible doorman opening each entrance.

The city stretched up a tall hill, a beautiful temple-like structure residing like a guardian over the entire walled citadel.

As they walked toward the temple atop the hill, Talbot began to notice numerous wonders seemingly designed for mere amusement or art. A giant, golden waterfall sprayed out into a great wash of butterflies which in turn flew back to the top of the waterfall to cascade down once more, over and over. To his right arched a rainbow so solid it actually pushed the encroaching clouds aside. The colors contained within boasted an incredible brilliance, hurting Talbot's eyes with their energy.

"Boss there," grunted Briareus.

Talbot's gaze swung back to Briareus, and he followed the direction several of the Hecatonchires' arms pointed. A man emerged from the temple, and the giant bowed low before him.

So this was the illustrious 'boss'. The man wore decidedly ordinary clothing; a light blue, loose-fitting shirt along with baggy, cream-colored, cotton pants; his feet were bare. In his mid-fifties, and lightly tanned, his shoulder-length, light-brown hair was streaked with gray, atop a lightly bearded, handsome and very friendly-looking face.

Somehow Talbot felt disappointed discovering that the 'boss' was merely a man, not some enormous, god-like figure, especially considering they were on Mount Olymp -

Talbot's thoughts jumped ahead, once again concluding what he should have realized ages before.

The man approached him, hand extended. "Hello Talbot," he began, his voice deep and honeyed. "Welcome to Olympia. My name is Zeus." Talbot shook his outstretched hand -

And fainted!

CHAPTER 10

"I tend to have that effect on people," said a voice. Talbot's eyes opened slightly, seeing the man who had named himself Zeus. It wasn't a dream. "I guess my reputation precedes me."

Opening his eyes fully and glancing around, Talbot saw he was lying on a simple, but comfortable bed in an unadorned, brightly lit room. Zeus leaned casually against the wall across the room.

"Tell me something," said Zeus, forestalling Talbot's inevitable questions. "How long has it been since Atlantis was consumed by your oceans back on Earth?"

Talbot was stunned - he had no answer! His mind went completely blank. Zeus -
the father of the Greek gods!
- had asked
him
when a city steeped in mystery and legend had disappeared. The incredulity of the situation was beyond anything he could comprehend.

"Um...." he began, trying to gather his thoughts into at least a semblance of lucidity. "Atlantis disappeared at least three thousand years ago."

Zeus shook his head in wonder. "Time will never cease to amaze me. It has been a mere three years since we were able to seal the Syrpeas Gate...
after
your people opened it using machinery they were never supposed to understand. Who could have predicted a genetic freak would be able to understand all languages? I mean no offense in that, it's just that when my forefathers travelled between the dimensions they never realized what a dramatic result their leaving our technology behind would have upon your race."

"So you're Zeus?
The
Zeus? King of the Greek gods and lightning bolts and stuff?" Talbot realized he was close to babbling, but couldn't help himself.

"Is that what they say about me?" he chuckled. "It's amazing how things change, considering your people tried to kill my kind the last time we met. I would love to discuss this further, but the collapse of the gates of Tartarus gets closer with every moment we waste."

"What's really going on here?" Talbot demanded, standing up.

Zeus sighed. "Fine, but it will have to be the condensed version, okay?"

Talbot nodded and Zeus began; his voice rich and deep. "My race is not too dissimilar to yours. We perhaps have a similar ancestry, though I'm not certain. What I can tell you is that my people have always been obsessed with knowledge. They became fanatical about fathoming the secrets of the universe.

"They discovered that by attuning the frequency of the stars to certain types of stones set in a specific formation, they were able to open gateways into other realms or dimensions. One such world is yours. Now, I'm not talking about planets. My universe is completely separate to yours, and no amount of direct travel will ever allow us to meet. We are separated by dimensions, like curtains between rooms, which need to be either pulled aside or torn in order to travel through them. We discovered how to tear through them. You understand?"

Talbot nodded, though he wasn't really sure. A lot of what Zeus said went straight over his head, but he didn't want to interrupt the flow of words.

Zeus continued. "We discovered many worlds were impossible to travel to. I'm not sure why. In the end, out of a myriad of universes, we were only able to safely open gates to three worlds: yours, Hades, and Tartarus. There may have been more, but we stopped after what happened between these three.

"Our foremost technical minds opened the rift into your world at the dawn of your race's first civilizations. Through this gateway we found a world not totally unlike our own, with people similar to us, but dramatically less advanced. It was such a simple society, and they soon labeled us gods through mere awe of what we considered simple technology. We intermingled with your world for centuries; first the Egyptians and finally the Greeks and Romans.

"But our need to know everything was all-encompassing," mused Zeus, a troubled look gathering in his gaze. "We found resonance points in your world that we couldn't reach from our own."

"What's a resonance point?" asked Talbot.

"I am sorry; how remiss of me," said Zeus. "A resonance point is a place where high levels of energy congregate. They form a complicated network between the dimensions, connecting them in different ways, like strings attached to other strings. We found if we combined enough of them, we were able to create rift gates. These rift gates can be manipulated somewhat, but essentially work as doorways from one realm to another. Some are attached to your world while others are attached to other dimensions.

Zeus took a deep breath. "Through these points we opened a gateway into the realm you know as Hades, a place so devoid of heat and atmosphere that the inhabitants, while humanoid, were little better off than walking dead. Before we realized any of this, however, we set up a colony there and many of our people migrated in order to explore the strange new world. They were ruled by an Olympian named Hades, an egotistical man who swiftly named the realm after himself."