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Sierra tightened her grip around Nikoli's arm. Shadow-stepping wasn't anything new to her, but she still couldn't shake away the feeling of not being able to breathe, the feeling of something always on you. She got lost in the shadows once, but she refused to speak about it. "They should all be gathered by the stream, y'know the one where Percy Jackson was claimed." Sierra pointed through the trees, where Clarisse, Annabeth, and Chiron were still trying to figure out what the hell just happened.