Stolen

She's gone. She's gone. How can she just be gone? She could be hurt or dead, who knows.

Fox's vision blurred and her knees felt weak. Fear. Deep, uncontrollable fear, so raw it hurt, gripped her chest. She could feel her heart hammering and her throat was tightening. She tried to keep herself from hyperventilating, but couldn't seem to get enough oxygen into her lungs. Neck breaking out in a sweat, she shuddered uncontrollably. No, no, no, not now. Don't panic now. You haven't had an attack in years! Don't break that record now, not in front of all these people! But it was no use. Fox could feel the panic settling in, suffocating her.

The faces of the dozens of people blurred together, drowning her. Why did there have to be so many of them? She could face down monstrous hydras, cyclopes, gorgons, even sirens without the slightest fear, but somehow a large crowd of people was enough to make her break out into a cold sweat. But it wasn't the horde that was terrifying her at the moment, though they certainly weren't helping any.

The only face that filled her vision at the moment was Aviva's. Oh, gods. Not her. Please not her. I can't lose her too. Not after-

"I-I can't breathe."

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When Fox's little sister Aviva gets kidnapped from her home in Camp Jupiter and held for ransom, Fox will do anything to save her. Along with her friends, Fox forms uneasy alliances in a desperate attempt to find her. What happens when Greeks and Romans clash once again? Will they be able to set aside their differences and work together?

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