Blonde Curls

Annabeth Chase, born a princess, raised in the woods. Three plump woman with glittery wings were like mothers to her, keeping her royalty a secret. After all, if they could get her past her sixteenth birthday, all would be well. Annabeth had always hoped for her own Prince Charming- not so she would be married off, but because she'd have an excuse to ride horses and learn sword fighting. All of them wished, but only Arachne had acted, cursing Annabeth to prick her finger on a spindle, falling asleep for a hundred years.