"What happened?" Jonathan asked. Kat ran to comfort my sister, who enveloped her in a hug. I wrapped one arm around her and planted a kiss on the top of her head.

"Mom's gone. There are scorch marks and blood in the cabin. Help Cas, I'm talking to Chiron," I tried to keep my voice from shaking. I pulled Casey quickly to my side, before releasing her and running towards the big house. When I got there I was greeted by Oscar's screaming. He was crying in Chiron's awkward arms. For how old he was, Chiron really wasn't the best with babies. I quickly took my little brother from the centaur's arms and cradled him against my chest, clutching him protectively. John and Adora ran towards me and my little sister hugged my legs. I rested one hand on her head and smoothed her hair. Chiron looked at me, silently asking for answers.

"What has happened?" He asked. I shook my head sadly.

"She's gone," I whispered, trying not to alert my sister. Chiron closed his eyes for just a moment but it was long enough for me to notice his concern. He quickly composed himself back into the orderly teacher we knew so well.

"We contacted the others, it seems that every member of the Prophecy of Seven has been taken," he didn't sounds very hopeful for a happy ending.

I was nearly overcome by the news. I tried to think but it was becoming hard. I was going insane with worry and it hadn't been a full minute since Mom had been captured. I knew that my dad was missing but it never really began to sink in until we'd lost mom. I felt empty without my parents, aunts, uncles, and their best friends.

Suddenly, a hand was placed on my shoulder. Casey wrapped her arms under Oscar, tucking them around my torso. My parents were gone, the people who I'd grown up with my entire life, where missing. But my siblings were still here, they were safe. I looked down at the bobbing heads of hair beneath me. Casey, with messy black hair like my father, and startling gray eyes like my mother. Adora, the carbon copy of my mother, with the parallel personality of my dad. Oscar, curly black hair and eyes just like mine, mirroring our father's sea green ones. My parents were out there somewhere, and we were going to find them. But for now, we were going to be ok.

Of course, Chiron had to ruin the moment.

"Children, I need you all to stay here and wait for the Zhang family. A quest will be released tomorrow at the campfire. Until then, I ask of you only to stay here, and please stay out of trouble." he spoke in his "trainer of the hero's" voice. I nodded. He left the room and I herded the group upstairs. I stared at the clock on the wall; it wasn't even 6 pm yet.

I cleared off one of the beds and laid Oscar down, hoping he'd take another nap. Thankfully, Oscar loved his sleep as much as Dad did, so he usually napped long and well. Thinking about Dad caused my heart to pain. My dad is like a superhero. Well, for me anyway. He isn't much help with homework or the academic part of school, but when I need help pranking my school bully or faking sick so I can take a break from all the stress and get ice cream, my dad is always there. He protected us from everything, teachers and monsters alike. I didn't know what to do without my parents. To me, they were the pinnacle of what I wanted to get out of my life. They were happy and always sweet to each other, somehow managed to give time to each of us kids, and trained us for the Greek world while somehow keeping our lives as normal as possible. On the weekends I could be fighting hellhounds and drinking from magical goblets, and the next day I'd be asking my mom for help studying for my Spanish quiz. Somehow, my secret life made failing an algebra test a lot less stressful. When you knew your entire life could be thrown into chaos because one of the gods is throwing a hissy fit or lost their sock or something it's kind of hard to freak out over a bad grade. It helps me realize that high school is not the biggest thing in life. Like, at all. Of course, I still got good grades and did well in school, but getting straight A's wasn't my biggest worry in life.

Even with four kids, jobs, and multiple mythological worlds to deal with, my parents were still the most powerful and helpful people I'd ever met. I didn't want to imagine where my life would be if I didn't have them. I refused to.

Oscar hadn't been down for ten minutes when the door burst open and a bulky Chinese Canadian panda baby boy nearly pulled the door off its hinges. Max Zhang stood before us, tears flowing softly from his golden colored eyes. The fourteen-year-old walked slowly into the room and right into one of his cousins' open arms. Adora clung to the massive 14-year-old as he cried. I could tell he'd been trying not to cry, but it's hard in a situation like this. He's an only child so he probably didn't have anybody to lean on when his parents went missing. The Zhangs live in Rhode Island, where Frank is going to college. They are having a house built for them in New Rome but until its construction is complete, they're living outside the camps. I wondered how Max got here but I didn't want to ask. He was going through enough as it was.

Max was the only child of Frank and Hazel Zhang and he was the biggest momma's boy that you'd ever meet. Not that it was a bad thing, of course. It was just a part of who he was. Max was really close with his parents. I swear he must be part teddy bear. He was a giant sweetheart, even though he was the toughest looking of the cousins. He was also my best friend, even though we were nearly polar opposites.

"It's ok Max, we're going to get them back," I said, trying to comfort the sobbing mess of a boy on the bed next to me.

"How? We don't know what we're doing! How are we going to get them back? We don't even know what took them! It's not like we have any nice happy monsters to help us!" Max protested. I sighed and tried not to think about how right he was.

Wait, Max was onto something. We needed somebody who would be able to recognize the mess left behind by whatever took our parents. Not necessarily a monster, but somebody who spent their time with creatures of different shapes and sizes. We needed somebody we know we can trust, but someone who could also help us. Not just somebody like Chiron who has seen these creatures, but maybe someone who's actually fought them, or hugged them to bits. The general of the Cyclops army would do nicely.

"Has anybody talked to Tyson lately?"

(Hey guys! Ok sorry for the late update but I've had a rough couple of days. I got really really sick and was admitted to the hospital, so I wasn't able to update. Good news though, I'm going to be stuck at home for a very long time so I'll have a lot of time to update. Thanks!)