Yo! It's me again! So, since no one actually reviewed, except for one anonymous one(Thank YOU!), I've got not many ideas for the next flaw. So for now, I'm doing the based-on-some-stories-I-read flaws. Kay?

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Fatal Flaw #2: Arrogance

Daemon Flin, son of Ares

You Can't Win Every Fight

Daemon wasn't always what we call humble, but he sure was a hard worker. He lived at camp since he was 10, and now, being 16, he was surely one of the oldest and best campers there is. He's the son of Ares, the war god, and even for the Athena cabin's standards, he was smart. But unlike the power hungry and blood lusting Ares kid there is, Daemon always thinks first, reacts fast and lead everyone like a strict teacher. Because he was one of camp's best strategist and tactician, and having a soft spot is clearly a weakness for him.

"Look, whether you want it or not, you'll be working with the dagger. Got that?" he snapped one day, as one of his half sibling failed to raise his own sword. Of course, the certain cabin mate was only 7, but Daemon never cuts anyone any slack. He gripped his camp shirt, probably stopping himself to smack the boy at once.

"But, a dagger's not for me!" the little boy whined as Daemon traded the weapon with a shorter one. He only was half Daemon's size, going only an inch past his old jeans. "I'm not fast enough."

"Then that's why what we call practice is made." He grunted, passing by the others to check on their stances. Yes, indeed he was one of the cabin leaders, seeing that the old one, Clarisse La Rue has gone off to college. And surely, the next person to inherit the position is him, who else. "Stop trying, and just face the facts that you're not old enough."

"Don't worry Bryan. We'll just imagine it as a sword. And later, we could practice hard enough, that you'll be able to handle this little thing." Marge, the 12 year old sister of hers cooed the younger camper.

"Oh yes, you could do that. But always remember, that an electric eel isn't a rubber ducky, and it will never change even if how hard you try to imagine it." Daemon said sarcastically as he crossed his arms on his muscular chest, turning a heel to face the smaller girl. As if to remember adding a stance to it, he looked up innocently and laid his finger on his lips, in a thinking position. "Oh, and may Zeus help the moron who'd wanted to take a bath with the ducky."

Marge glared at the older camper, seemingly apprehensive of his behavior. Bryan on the other hand looked as if he were about to cry. The cruelty and the arrogance of their own cabin leader affected him.

"Look, if you're not any help to the younger kids, let the others do it for you. You're not paid to babysit us." She said icily, fixing Bryan's armor harshly enough for him to see she was angry. "Stop being a jerk."

"Stop being whiny and let's go over this session quickly." He shrugged the glare off, sounding cool and unnerved. "Okay everyone, pair up! I'm going to be fast and direct. Any questions won't get answered so follow me as fast as you can. " he called out into the crowd of a dozen or more campers, as he instructed them the day's lesson.

"Higher! Not that high, they'll get a loophole and strike you there!" Daemon growled at a kid. Seriously, what made up the Ares kids today? Apparently, the things that made his half siblings in the past ran out and stuffed these clowns with something else.

"I'm trying," Hissed the 14 year old boy, as he winced when his sword clashed with Daemon's. "but you're just that powerful for me!"

"So? Come on, at least show me you can!" Daemon said, pushing the kid harder.

And as he did so, the poor kid stumbled back as he felt the sword in his hands skidded on the floor, and his opponent's sword under his chin. He gulped a bit and Daemon laughed a cruel one, amused by the predicament his brother landed himself in.

"Pathetic." He said, lowering his sword. He turned to the others, wanting to see them look impressed, but only hate filled eyes looked at him back. "Anyone else?"

No one moved. Even the defeated kid scrambled back into the crowd and looked at him with the opposite of brotherly love.

"Hmm.. Tough crowd." Daemon mumbled, but everyone heard it. "Okay sissies, hit the showers, live through your free time and then dinner's at 6, comprendo?" he said, turning his back on his siblings. He heard them mutter things, profanities in Greek, and he felt oddly satisfied. No one could get on everyone's skin other than him.

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"Hey, you've got to slack off." Raphael Montenegro, a son of Aphrodite, also 16 and Daemon's only friend said, as he sat next to the Ares kid. "Seriously, you're scaring me! And I'm not even in your class." He joked, brushing off the sand on the palms of his hands.

The beach, calming and relaxing, was where Raphael always found Daemon. But he always thought that Daemon was connected to the beach, that's why he was always here, not that he needed to relax or calm down himself anyways.

"Well, ha-ha. We can't always be scared of our own shadows can't we?" he shrugged. Seriously, if it weren't for the persistency of Raphael for them to be friends, he shouldn't even have anyone to sit by him in these lonely times. They were either too scared, or too intimidated to approach him, must less talk to him as if he weren't the jerk from cabin 5.

"But not everyone of us could be fighters." Raphael said, using a whiny and mocking tone, just as Daemon hated. Daemon always thought this lanky, not-that-handsome and geeky son of the goddess of beauty always stuck to him because he needed protection from the camp bullies. But in several times, he felt that Raphael stuck to his side, not for protection, but because he was the only one courageous enough to befriend the bully himself.

He guessed that even though he wasn't gifted with physical attraction, but with inner beauty, where it counts.

Not that it touched him or anything, but it was just a thought.

"Well, I'm off to the woods. Going to look for the flower Chiron ordered for." Raphael said, brushing off bits of sand on his canvas pants. Unlike Raphael's siblings, he was gifted in the art of fellowship, and in return, he wasn't that good of a dresser. "Want to come with?" he offered his hand out for the boy on the sand.

Daemon was going to shake his head no. This late? In the woods? It was suicide. Monsters were powerful in the dark, like the itty-bitty demons.

But, knowing Raphael, he'll just waltz in there, even without him.

"Yeah, sure." Daemon said, taking the out stretched hand into his. Even though he was a head taller than Raphael, the other kid still was able to stand him up. Daemon guessed he wasn't that weak after all.

"Okay, so the plant always is in the center of the woods. It blooms under the full moon, which is tonight, and Chiron needs the flower to test some herbal thingy-ma-jig over at the infirmary." He explained, as they made their way into the woods. "So yeah, easy as pie."

"Do you even know how to make pie?" Daemon asked. One thing to remember Daemon with, is how everything that comes out of his mouth is the truth. Sure, he could be sarcastic at times, but he almost never lied. So, when you ask him a question, be ready for the truth, no matter how harsh it is.

"Yeah, I guess." Raphael said, dodging a low branch by doubling over. "My dad always wanted me to bake, so I tried. Nothing too good with that picture." He shook his head.

True, Raphael came from a Latino family, who has been running a bakery in Brooklyn. It wasn't big, but it was enough to catch the eye of Aphrodite. And so, Raphael forced himself into making some goodies for everyone, even if he knew he could burn anything, even water. As Daemon said, Raphael was persistent.

After a couple of good minutes, they finally reached the clearing, where the lone flower was planted at the center.

"How come Chiron didn't just make the Demeter kids grow this one out?" Daemon asked, as he leaned on a tree while Raphael the went off to take the golden flower off it's stem.

"They can't. This is purely something magical that even they can't grow it out." Raphael said, plucking the thing, his long fingers barely brushing against the delicate golden petals. "Oh, and maybe it's because this blooms only once a year." He added.

"Well, that's just sweet. I get to see it before it get's experimented on." Daemon said, not moving a bit, even as his eyes caught movement at the opposite side of the clearing. But he just thought it as a dryad, probably teasing the campers again for her to go make a fool off. Not that he has any experiences with dryads.

"Okay, let's go." Raphael said, turning his heel to face his friend. "If we hurry, we could still make it for di-"

A low growl passed through its lips as he entered the clearing. Its beady eyes looked sunken and squashed through its small heads. They were trespassing on his ground, and not anyone trespasses on its land.

"Hydra!" Daemon said, gripping his sword by his side. He looked at its eyes as the monster looked at Raphael menacingly.

"Gah!" Raphael said, running off, away from the view of the monster, and dropping off the plant in return.

"Run!" Daemon said to his comrade, and charged the monster. He hacked and slashed every part that he could find vulnerable to celestial bronze, but trying hard to not cut off one hydra head. As if it weren't complicated enough.

"The plant!" Raphael said, and Daemon could hear him coming back. Don't! he thought, slashing the hydra back, as it scarred his leg. Limping, Daemon charged again, rage more profound.

"Get away!" Daemon said, slashing an arch outwards, making the monster step back. Raphael probably got the plant, as he was racing back into camp.

"C'mon!" he yelled back into the clearing, not feeling his friend in his tracks. "Leave it!"

"I'll follow," Daemon grunted, slashing the monster on the thigh, as it snapped on his other arm. Green ooze flowed out of the wound, as the Hydra's teeth sunk itself on the muscle. "when this beast dies." He could feel the adrenaline in his veins, and he was sure that he'll win.

But little does he know, it'll be his doom that he'll only achieve tonight.

As Daemon recovered, after lunging and missing the Hydra, one of its heads snapped it his torso. Blood spilling out like waterfall, the head threw Daemon up and down, hearing a sickening crunch as his body made contact with the ground. But it wasn't enough for the Hydra, like it knew what else sins this boy created. Not this was his punishment.

The head repeated the gesture over and over again. Until Daemon resisted no longer and stayed down for the count. Raphael, who watched as Daemon's mangled body lay there had enough. He threw whatever he has in his hands, seemingly stupid enough to leave his throwing daggers in his cabin.

The flower soared through the air, and with years of practice, it hit the monster inside the open mouth. And, as quickly as it swallowed the plant, it froze. And not freezing, as in paralyzed, but it literally froze, ice forming. It grew in size, like a wicked ice sculpture, and then, it shattered into millions of pieces, like snow, except it hurted like hail.

"Daemon?" Raphael asked, seemingly out of his daze. He guessed the flower wasn't anything near effective, by the effects it left the monster sculpture. "Daemon?" he asked, coming nearer to his friend.

But he was replied with silence, and the sickening image of the Ares Cabin leader stuck into his head. Daemon was dead. Dead as a rodent in a predator's mouth. And Raphael could have acted faster for him to survive. But he couldn't. And now Daemon's lifeless, bloodied body laid in front of him. The blood still poured out of his shredded stomach, and Raphael was too scared into lifting it up and look at the pieces.

"Daemon!" He screamed into the night. Seeing a friend die wasn't pleasant to watch, especially if you knew that you could have done something about it.

And the mighty fell tonight. Out of arrogance, out of persistency.

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Okay, chapter 2, done! Though this hasn't gotten my heart in it, I still hope you guys liked it!

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