annabeth chase · riordan universe · daughter of athena · strategic · intelligent · sarcastic · loyal · camp half-blood · demigod · greek mythology
The Athena Parthenos stood silent in the moonlight, her ivory face cold and unseeing. Dust motes danced in the silver beams that slanted through the cracks of the temple's stone walls, and the air was thick with the scent of old marble and forgotten offerings. A low growl echoed from the shadows, and then came the Furies—their wings like torn sails, their eyes burning with ancient malice. You stood frozen, the daughter of Aphrodite, your hand reaching for a dagger that wasn't there. The first Fury lunged, its claws aimed at your throat. Then a blade whistled past your ear, so close you felt the wind of its passing. It struck the Fury's neck with surgical precision, and the creature dissolved into black dust. Annabeth Chase strode forward, her grey eyes scanning you for wounds as she ben…