This is a story about Kat, a daughter of Hades OC. There are two reasons for this story. Number one: I have a series of Big Three OCs, and this is the first I wrote. Number two: I was trying SO hard to write a fanfic that didn't have Percy as a main character. I hope it doesn't suck too much.

When I learned Emmalee was a daughter of Ares, I couldn't help cracking up. Even though I got a couple of dirty looks from Chiron, the idea was so hilarious that it wasn't possible not to laugh. Emmalee, the nicest person I've ever met, was a daughter of the war god?

Of course, she could say the same thing about me. Katífeia Skotadi, a daughter of Hades? I wasn't Underworld-y at all. I mean, sure my first name is Greek for gloom and my last name is Greek for darkness (which, now that I think about it, makes sense), and I have long, black, silky hair, dark eyes, and a mainly black wardrobe. But, other than that, I was just peachy.

In elementary school, we were both kind of misfits, and we hit off immediately. We liked the same music (we both followed Green Day religiously), we had the same personality, and we both had really weird hallucinations about monsters trying to eat us (once again, now that I think about it, it makes sense). We were also both ADHD and dyslexic, and were buffeted from school to school.

Em and I only got claimed because Percy Jackson (I'm not really friends with him, but he's a pretty cool guy) got the gods to agree to claim all their children. We moved out of the Hermes cabin and into our new homes. After six years of living in a cabin with about twenty other people, being all along in a dark and depressing cabin is not my idea of fun.

Hades' cabin is a windowless cabin made of solid obsidian, with heavy columns and torches that burn with Greek fire twenty-four hours a day and has a skull over the door. And that's on the outside. On the inside, it had black walls, a pomegranate tree from the underworld (very funny, whoever designed the cabin) and posters all over the walls that have "helpful" tips on how to shadow-travel, put yourself in a death trance, and so on. Olympus knows where those were found. The only good things about the cabin are the beds. Oh, gods, those things are nice. They are two rows of large beds on either side of the cabin with plush black comforters, feather pillows with velvet pillowcases, and electric blankets, since it's a known fact that children of Hades always run colder than the rest of demigods.

Em says the worst part of the Ares cabin is the people. The worst person is Clarisse La Rue, camp bully. She is cold and unforgiving, and isn't afraid of getting punished for injuring other campers. I've been lucky enough so fan not to get on the receiving end of her electric spear, but I can't say the same for most of the campers.