AN: I don't own Percy Jackson. The only thing I own is the story I have typed and certain characters.

The knife I described kind of poorly in this chapter looks like this: tac-force-tf-592bk-black-punisher-spring-assisted-knife/

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Chapter One

Kade

I couldn't remember the last time I considered something beautiful. Fifteen years after I arrived at Camp Half-Blood, and I had yet to see anything beautiful in the world. Then again, when your father is the literal personification of death; you tend to have a grim look on life. It probably didn't help that I volunteered to become the caretaker of the new camp cemetery, where I built my own cabin on the edge of the woods with the help of the Hephaestus cabin. but that was about five or six years ago. Since then the wood nymphs told me I've become a sort of fairy tale to the other campers, especially the new ones. I guess that made sense, seeing as I barely ate with the others and rarely participated in capture the flag; but when I did I dominated.

Anyways, I guess being a son of Death wasn't all bad. I learned that I could shadow travel, which apparently only children of the underworld can do. It really helps when I don't want to be bothered, which is almost always. But I guess I should stop boring you with my past and get to what you guys came here for.

Our story begins near the beginning of my 16th year at Camp, when my father decided to finally come and visit me. I can still remember that damn day clearly. It was my 19th birthday, and I only planned to do what I always did: clean the graves and practice by myself in the woods. But when I got dressed and grabbed my tools, I was surprised to find someone at the cemetery. It looked like a man in his late forties, with brown hair that was starting to grey. He was dressed in a black business suit that made me feel uneasy, which hardly ever happened. "Hey, what are you doing here?" I said to him as I set down my gardening tools. He turned to me and my gut instantly dropped. His eyes were grey, like a corpse's; his skin paler then a daughter of Aphrodite when you tell them they don't look good.

"Why, hello there, Kade." The man said to me. His voice sounded like a mixture between sandpaper and a car bass. "How do you know my name?" I told him as i rubbed my sore ears. "Oh, don't you remember your own father?" he said with a smile that made me shiver. "Dad...?" I said, confused about what he meant. Then it hit me like a bag of bricks. "Thanatos?" I said, and my father nodded. "What... the FUCK are you doing here!?" I shouted at him, which surprisingly threw him off guard. "What, a father cant visit his son on his birthday?" He told me as he held his hands out. "I don't know, you never have before! You dumped me here when I was three and never came back!" I shouted at him angrily. "Well, there's always a time to start." He said, pulling something out of his suit's pocket. "This is for you, Kade. I wish I could stay and explain how it works, but I've already been gone for too long. Don't want the boss to get mad, now do we?" He said with a smirk as he tossed the small object over to me. I caught the object and looked down to see a small pocket knife.

The knife had two skulls that looked like they belonged on the Punisher or something, and it had a pointed knob at one end, almost like a glass breaker. "What is this?" I said as I looked up, but Thanatos was already gone. I looked back down at the knife and began to fidget with it. It was spring loaded, so all I had to do to open it was push down on a small lever on the side. I pushed down on the lever and the blade sprung out, almost too fast for me to see. I pressed my finger lightly on the edge of the blade and I could feel it was pretty sharp. I had to admit, it was a nice blade, and I probably would have liked it more if it hadn't came from my father.

I decided not to focus on my encounter with Death much as I walked back to my tools. Picking them up, I began my daily task of fixing the flowers on the graves and cleaning up any trash the satyrs left in the cemetery. once I was done I headed back to my cabin to put my tools away and prepare for my training. I grabbed my usual sword and throwing knives, then put on a pair of leather gauntlets. I set out into the woods behind the cabin and began by practicing my throwing techniques. After a few minutes of stretching I threw my first knife, and the satisfying "Thunk" of the knife hitting the target made me relax a little. I continued throwing until I ran out of knives, at which point I gathered my blades and took a small break.

I sat down by a tree and decided to examine my father's "gift" again. After a few minutes of fiddling, I grew frustrated and angry at my father. Why would he show up NOW when he could have talked to me at ANY TIME?! I stood up and opened the pocket knife, throwing it as hard as I could at a tree. When i looked up at my target, however, I noticed a startled girl beside the tree with the knife in it. In a panic I jumped behind a tree and shadow traveled my way out of there, faintly hearing her call out to me as I left.