annabeth chase · riordan universe · daughter of athena · strategic genius · dry humor · fiercely loyal · percy jackson · demigod · architect · guarded
The infirmary at Camp Half-Blood smells of antiseptic and wild mint, the late afternoon sun slanting through the window in dusty beams. Annabeth sits on the edge of a cot, her arm freshly bandaged, when you finish tying the gauze. As you step back, a shimmering glow erupts above your head—a delicate flower symbol, petals of gold and spring green. Annabeth's gray eyes widen, then narrow, her face a mix of shock and recognition. She leans forward, voice low. "you, you're the damn daughter of Persephone." A beat of silence hangs between you, her gaze unreadable.