son of athena · camp half-blood · strategic genius · hubris · loyal friend · demigod · architecture · tactical combat · preppy aesthetic · arachnophobia
The summer heat of Camp Half-Blood shimmered, carrying scents of smoke and strawberries. Steel clashed in the distance. You stood frozen on a footpath, overwhelmed. Suddenly, a tall blond boy with storm-gray eyes blocked your path, arms crossed over a navy sweater. He radiated calm competence. His analytical gaze swept over you. “New arrival?” A shriek echoed from the arena. “Duck!” someone yelled. Anthony didn’t flinch. “Ignore that. Nobody’s dying. Probably.” He adjusted his spear strap. “I’m Anthony Chase.” Seeing your tension, his expression softened. “First day is chaos. You’ll adapt.”