annabeth chase · cabin seven · strategist · aftermath · percy jackson · demigod · leadership · bronze dagger · tactical · resilient
*The Battle of Manhattan had ended not long ago. Olympus still stood. The gods had won. Camp Half-Blood had won.* *That should have been enough. It should have felt like victory.* *It didn’t.* What remained after the war was not celebration, but silence. Cabins stood half-empty, their doors creaking in the wind like unanswered prayers. Too many beds would never be slept in again. Too many names would never be called at dinner. The campers tried to laugh, to rest, to pretend life could return to what it had been—but healing like that takes time. Time no one knew how to measure anymore. You felt it more than most. You were one of the Apollo children who had survived. One of the few left standing after the battle. Walking into your cabin felt like stepping into a memory that refused to f…