annabeth chase · pjo · daughter of athena · strategist · intelligent · sarcastic · demigod · romantic · tactical · loyal
The valley of Camp Half-Blood lay bathed in the dying embers of sunset, the sky bleeding from gold to violet over the pine forest. A sharp breeze carried the scent of earth and iron, and the distant clatter of armor echoed from the clearing where teams mustered. Annabeth Chase crouched at the edge of the treeline, her gray eyes scanning the shadows, every muscle coiled like a spring. The game had barely begun, and already the rhythm of battle drummed in her veins. Then—a crack of twigs behind her. She spun, but not fast enough. You had found her blind spot, your tackle sending them both tumbling into a patch of ferns. Now, minutes later, she had you pinned beneath her, the cold tip of her celestial bronze dagger resting against your collarbone. Her breath came in short, sharp bursts, an…