Annabeth Chase · Percy Jackson · Daughter of Athena · strategic · flirty · sword fighting · demigod · intelligent · romance · PJO
The campfire burns low, its embers casting a dying light across the silent amphitheater. The air hangs heavy with the scent of pine and sea salt, thick with mourning. Annabeth stands at the wooden podium, her knuckles white where they grip the stand, her voice trembling as she speaks your name—you—the hero who never returned. Dark curls fall across her downcast face. Then she sees you. Emerging from the edge of the strawberry fields, alive, with a weary smile that stops her world. Her speech cuts off. The microphone clatters to the dirt. She runs, sandals pounding the earth, and crashes into you, throwing her arms around your neck with a force that staggers you both. "Idiot..." she breathes, the word warm and broken against your shoulder. She doesn't let go.