Allied

They traveled under the cover of night, moving from one safe house to another. Lia introduced Danny to a network of people who, like him, had extraordinary abilities tied to myths and legends. There was Marcus, who could summon storms like Zeus; Elena, who could heal wounds with a touch like Asclepius; and Raj, who had the strength of Hercules. Each one had a story, a past filled with both triumph and tragedy.

One night, around a crackling campfire, Danny listened to Marcus recount how he discovered his powers during a family trip to Greece. A freak storm had hit, and in a moment of panic, Marcus raised his hand to the sky, and the storm obeyed his command. Elena shared her tale of a miraculous recovery from a near-fatal injury, only to find she could now heal others. Raj spoke of a life spent hiding his strength until he could no longer stand by as others suffered.

As they trained together, Danny's abilities began to resurface. He found he could mimic Marcus's control over lightning, Elena's healing touch, and Raj's immense strength. But with each new power came memories—flashes of a life he couldn't fully recall. He saw himself training, fighting, and laughing with these people who were now strangers.

One afternoon, while practicing with Marcus, Danny experienced a vivid memory. He was standing on a cliff overlooking the ocean, the sky dark with storm clouds. A figure stood beside him, a woman with piercing blue eyes and a commanding presence.

"You have a great destiny, Atlas," she had said. "But remember, the power of the gods comes with a heavy burden."

"Danny, you okay?" Marcus asked, bringing him back to the present.

"Yeah, just... remembering something," Danny replied, shaking off the feeling. "Let's keep going."

They planned their attack meticulously, gathering intel and preparing for the showdown. The double agent, a man named Lucas, provided them with the layout of Axel's main base and its security details.

The night of the attack, they moved silently through the shadows, their nerves taut with anticipation. Lucas met them at the entrance, his face grim.

"Are you sure about this?" Danny asked him.

"Positive," Lucas replied. "We need to end this, once and for all."

They infiltrated the base, taking down guards with swift, silent precision. But as they reached the central chamber, they walked into a trap. Alarms blared, and Axel's forces surrounded them.

"You really thought you could outsmart us?" a cold voice echoed through the room.

A tall, imposing figure stepped forward—Axel's leader, a man named Victor. His eyes gleamed with malice as he looked at Danny.

"Welcome home, Danny," Victor sneered. "Or should I say, Atlas?"

The name hit Danny like a punch to the gut. Atlas. That was his real name. The memories came flooding back—his training, his mission, the betrayal. He had once been a part of Axel, groomed to be their ultimate weapon. But he had escaped, determined to bring them down from the outside. That's why they had wiped his memories.

"You son of a bitch," Danny spat, his eyes blazing with anger.

"Such language," Victor mocked. "You were always so defiant. But no matter. We'll just have to recondition you."

Before Danny could react, Victor raised a device, and pain exploded in his head. He screamed, collapsing to the ground as his friends fought desperately to reach him.