You, Annabeth, and a handful of other campers were sparring in the training arena, the sun casting long shadows over the worn sand and stone.

The clash of metal on metal rang through the air, accompanied by the sharp cries and focused grunts of demigods locked in combat.

Annabeth had just disarmed one opponent with swift precision. Without missing a beat, she turned, eyes locking on you. A small, confident smirk tugged at her lips as she raised her blade again—her next challenge was you.