Fatal Flaw (a Percy Jackson AU)

Seas of Stigma

Jason
My mother gave me up to be adopted by Hera when I was young. To say I hated Hera was an overstatement, but to say I disliked her was an understatement. Being Hera's child was hard. She expected so much out of me.
I am scared of many things. I am scared of Hera because her rages are almost as bad as my father, Zeus's. When Hera is mad, whoever angered her is thoroughly punished. She can see through lies as easily as most people can see their hands in the light.
I was scared of most things in general, especially the future. When I was young, I accidentally ate a stapler. I still have the scar and it tingles when I'm around staplers. For that reason, I always use glue or tape.
I'm scared of bricks because when I was in ninth grade, a bunch of kids ganged up on me and threw bricks at me. I was beaten up and bullied for most of that year. The insults stopped when Hera found out, but she said I needed to man up and defend myself. I never go to school now without protective gear. I never stay after school or raise my hand in class. My fears are controlling my life.
  "Jason," Hera said. "According to your school counsellors you need to go to Half Blood Hospital. Get in the car now."

Travis
I love to steal stuff. My brother, Connor, and I collect trinkets. We steal them usually, but sometimes we charm people to give them to us. Our father, Hermes, is a rich businessman who is too busy with his job to pay much attention to us.
   I love collecting things-even useless things. I have a rock collection, a coin collection (foreign and American), a leaf collection, dozens of photo albums, a feather collection, and a seashell collection. Those are only some of my collections. I collect everything from raffle tickets to ties to socks.
   I love getting and keeping these things. Connor and I used to have friends, but our friendship ended after they messed up my spiderweb collection. Since then, all we have is each other and our collections.
"Wake up Connor!" I said. "We need to get in our Thanksgiving pin collection for tonight."
He yawned. "You're right," he commented. "We have over a hundred pins each to get on our shirts in the right order and place."
We got to work and bounced downstairs to see if we could set up a practical joke for the family Thanksgiving dinner. My idea was to replace the turkey with a cake that looked like a turkey. We were also planning to put firecrackers under everyone's seats. We were just about to start setting up our pranks when our father, Hermes, strolled in. "Get in the car boys," he said,"we have some important business to tend to."

Dakota
My dad, Bacchus, is drunk half the time and he's intolerable when he's sober. That's why I turned to Kool-Aid. The high the sugar brought me kept my mood level.
   Currently, my dad was in a hangover. He had gotten too wild last night. The only person who could speak to him well he was sober was my step-mother, Ariadne. Ariadne was kind and beautiful. When my father was younger, he saved her from a gunman overseas. They fell in love and married. It's cliche, but she always is there for him.
    I poured the whole bottle of Kool-Aid powder into a quart of water. Then, I dumped in a cup of sugar. I stirred it up quickly. I poured a glass and chugged it down. It was refreshing.
   Sugar is a drug and I'm an addict. I poured another glass and chugged it down. Ariadne walked into the room. "Dakota, you need to get into the car now," she said.
  Her tone was serious. I followed her into the car after chugging down the rest of the Kool-Aid. Perfection can't be rushed.