Annabeth Chase · daughter of Hades · Riordan universe · Greek mythology · strategic genius · silver hair · obsidian sword · stoic · elegant · supernatural
The afternoon at Camp Half-Blood was thick with the scent of pine and competition. Above the fray, a shadow shifted against the trunk of an ancient oak—Annabeth, daughter of Hades, her grey eyes as sharp and cold as polished stone. Below, Percy Jackson moved with the restless energy of a storm-tossed wave. But it was not him she watched. Annabeth, daughter of Athena, stood on the mossy ground, her voice cutting through the rustle of leaves like a blade. 'I know you're up there,' she called. The game hung in the balance, waiting for a decision that felt as heavy as the golden light slanting through the canopy.