So guys, I hope you like this one. Let me know if you did or if you didn't, and whatever I did wrong ;) This first chapter is just with Percy. Enjoy!

Percy's POV

It was 5am. Percy still couldn't sleep. All night he had been awake waiting for the morning, dreading the hours in the night. The times he drifted off to sleep, he dreamt of Tartarus: where he went wrong, how he hurt Annabeth, and Bob and Damasen's death. Percy decided it was better to be awake than endure those nightmares without Annabeth.

Annabeth. She was probably having nightmares too. Gods, she was so brave. Percy couldn't help but admire her and respect her for her strength. He lay down thinking about her and what he should do to try and get her thoughts off of Tartarus.

She loved going to secret places he found…but he rarely found new ones. Percy got up from his bed and walked to the door, rubbing his eyes. He stepped outside, and looked around. Everyone was sleeping. Camp was peaceful. Percy loved this place.

He made his way down to the beach, and went underwater. He let the waves propel him as he sped through the water. He tried going to sleep while traveling underwater. It lasted for a happy two minutes until his dream turned from eating his mom's blue cookies to eating food in Tartarus and mid bite watching bob accidentally step on Annabeth. He was sure he had food in his mouth as he woke up still screaming her name.

Percy tried to shake it off as he concentrated on the waters around him. It was now six o'clock. Percy had another hour before he should get back to camp. He sighed as he detected nothing new in the next five miles around him. Nevertheless, he kept going forward, making small talk with the hippocampus that had come to join him.

Percy learned that his father was allowing Tyson great privileges to commanding the army, and that Annabeth would come by the beach to relax during midnight, then she would run back to her cabin before the harpies came.

When Percy heard this from the hippocampus, he felt his heart heavy. They needed to get out, because 'relaxing' at camp half blood was not doing them any good. Then Percy stopped. The hippocampus stopped as well, but quickly bowed and said he must go to his family. Percy thanked it for the information and said he was free to go.

Percy redirected his thoughts to the new presence he felt in the waters. It was not an evil presence, rather a mysteriously calming one. Percy drifted closer to the source of the magic thing.

An Island! Percy pumped his fist in the air, and accidentally rocketed himself high in the sky. He panicked because the water had crashed down before he did. SPALSH. Back in the waters. Phew. Percy hated being high in the air.

Percy quickly swam to the new island that he had discovered. Definitely old, but not ancient, and not so old it felt like he were to be intruding. The Island seemed peaceful and safe.

Percy got up out of the water, and dried himself out of habit. He cautiously walked up the beach, holding Riptide in his hands (in pen form). Percy climbed jumped across a small hill of rocks then found himself facing a cliff. Percy quickly scaled it, seeing that it was not too high. When he got to the top, he though: "Perfect."

It was a beautiful island, not very big, not too small. It was magical no doubt, considering the Ambrosia and Nectar trees, and the soft golden hue around it. Percy knew no mortal had ever touched it, and somehow he felt like no gods had, either. It had wonderful trees with lush and colourful bushes. At times it was spacious (or as spacious as a small Island could get) and at times there were packed trees. It was mostly open with a beautiful view of the ocean below.

Percy ran across the island, noticing little things here and there he would like to explore later with Annabeth. Once he had a pretty good sense of the Island, he jumped back in the water, carved into a rock the coordinates of the place, slipped the rock into his pocket, and said a quick spell he learnt from Annabeth that would make the magical Island stay in place for a month. (Maybe even for a few months.)

Percy glanced at his wristwatch Tyson made him promise to wear, and was startled when he saw an hour went by. It was 7, and breakfast started in half an hour. He swam home as fast as he could, willing the waters to help him.

So yeah, that is chapter one. Read on, the story develops based on every chapter, so be excited, lots to come :)