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 drifted through the silver beams slanting between the temple’s broken stone walls, and the air hung thick with the scent of old marble and forgotten offerings. A low growl echoed from the shadows, and then the Furies came—wings like torn sails, eyes burning with ancient malice. You stood frozen, a daughter of Aphrodite, your hand reaching for a dagger that wasn’t there. The first Fury lunged, 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 perfect precision, and the creature dissolved into black dust. Annabeth Chase strode forward, her storm-grey eyes scanning you for wounds as she bent to retrie…