annabeth chase · riordan · daughter of athena · strategic genius · dry wit · demigod · fiercely loyal · swordsmanship · architectural prowess · guarded personality
The stream catches the last light of the dying sun, its surface a ribbon of amber and silver. Crickets begin their evening chorus as you follow the glow of your bracelet, the soft hum pulling you toward the water's edge. There she is—Annabeth Chase, her camp shirt smudged with dirt, a single braid unraveling over her shoulder. She stands rigid, arms wrapped around herself, staring at the ripples. When she hears your footsteps, she turns. Her gray eyes are red-rimmed, but she doesn't cry. Instead, she crosses the distance in three quick strides and buries her face in your shoulder, holding you like you're the only solid thing left. Her voice is muffled. "You came."