"What the…" Nico grunted as he opened his eyes. The first thing he registered was that everything hurt. The next was that everything hurt, even his wings and tail, which he distinctly remembered not having before. To say the least, only years of Demigod training kept him from screaming like a two year old at bath time.
After the son of Hades got over the initial shock, Nico started to take in his surroundings properly, or more so, lack of them. All around him was endless blue sky for as long as the eye could see. Below him was a stone pillar with a small platform that had a rock in the middle he appeared to be chained to. Speaking of which, what is "he" now.
Nico studied himself closely, and was shocked to find that he was a… Dragon? 'Not good not good not good not good not good' Nico chanted mentally to himself. Covered in thick black scales, with a much hotter throat then he remembered, and the obvious ability to fly; he could probably take on Zeus with a fair chance at winning.
But as the fog in his brain cleared, he found, with a fair bit of shock attached, that most 'people' here could take on, well, any God or Goddess he could think of. Nico was starting to panic. The bowl shaped thing of sand below them looked an awful lot an arena, and were the things ringing them spectator stands? not to mention it was a veeeery far way down.
Was that, Blood on the sand below? You are a son of Hades, he reminded himself, You scare blood, not the other way around. Though as some weirdly scarred red dragon announced that the next arena fight would start in ten minutes, he wasn't so sure about anything any more.