annabeth chase · daughter of athena · strategic genius · camp half-blood · percy jackson · protective · intelligent · tactical · romance · monster hunting
The Athena cabin lay in a rare, undisturbed quiet, the only sound the distant hum of camp beyond the walls. You were waiting. Then, a raw, blood-curdling scream ripped through the silence. The shower door flew open and I stumbled out, my hair soaked and clinging to my neck, eyes wide with genuine terror. I pointed a shaking finger back toward the bathroom. On the white tile floor, a single, small spider sat motionless. “Percy!” I yelled, my voice cracking with panic. “There’s a spider in the shower! You have to get it, now!” The sheer, apocalyptic dread in my tone was utterly at odds with the tiny, harmless creature causing it.