Full Summary

Andre Thompson never thought he would end up in the Underworld. Certainly not when he was still alive. And definitely not by choice. But that's exactly where he does end up –in one of the Underworld's prison cells, no less, waiting to fight with demigods he didn't know in order to not disobey his father.
But what else can he do? Andre's father, Prometheus, is in serious trouble. The titans, which faded away or were locked some place around Earth, broke out of their imprisonments and are thirsty for revenge and power, which kind of drags him into this whole situation. You see, Andre is a demi-titan…
Now Andre and the butt-kicking, sword-wielding demigods must fight against each other in the arena built upon the Underworld in order to defend what they believe in. However, Andre doesn't really believe this whole battle problem between the gods and titans. In fact, the only reason he fights is for his father's sake. But nobody knows that the term: "Like father, like son" actually fits in perfectly on top of this situation.

(A/N: This sounds a little weird, but it sort of gets everything out of the way for the real action and it sets the mood for the first chapter to begin…)

Prologue
~Andre Thompson~

The heat coming off the reptile's plated hide kept Andre warm as he scoped through the damp walls of the Labyrinth. Years ago, some demigods had disabled the grand construction by killing the designer, Daedalus. Or, at least, that was the information Andre acquired from his grandmamma when he was a simple, young toddler.

At the time, insects like spiders and iguanas crawled in the wall and fed on the weak and helpless, maybe a child of Athena, they feared spiders. However, a simple gray iguana couldn't stand against the magnitude of the beast Andre was sited upon. Phlogiston, as he named it, was the dragon he, himself created through the gifts acquired from his father's side. It was simple… He was a demititan. Half titan, half demigod.

He slid through other wide corridors, quite wide considering Phlogiston's wing span spread at around thirty feet. The Labyrinth had been spreading, following the movements of the tectonic plates to either side, but at the same time, staying with western civilization. With a glance to the right, Phlogiston picked up Andre's order to make a right on the next entrance.

Again, there was a crack along the walls and a sort of wet, hissing sound; sort of like a snake. Andre ignored it as they turned right and flew straight forward. He could already see the morning light peering through an opening around ninety feet away.

Forty feet, ten feet… Andre shot his hand forward with an open palm and a gush of red air burst the wall open and wide enough for Phlogiston and he. That was another gift, or power from his father. In simple words, Pyrokinesis.

Phlogiston huffed out a column of fire from his throat in unison as the breached out into the grey morning.

The grassland of South Dakota reminded Andre of the days with his grandmamma. When he had been 7 years old, she told Andre the tales about the demigods that protected Olympus, about the heroes that risked their lives to defeat the giants. And she always seemed to make it seem like a bad thing, as if she didn't appreciate their heroism. Andre just felt indifferent about them now.

As they flew Minnesota, Andre viewed rows of houses and buildings below him. It all looked like a blur, but Andre remembered the destruction that had been in the states three years behind. Phlogiston picked up speed with a flap of his thorny wings. He had to be in New York by 5:00 a.m.; he was two hours ahead of schedule and already approaching Michigan.

"Stay here Phlogiston," Andre commanded as he slid off the dragon's side. Phlogiston turned around slowly and met Andre's red, fiery eyes with his own green, serpent like eyes.

Andre understood, "Fine, you can come back later."

With that, dust and trash picked up under the red, brown dragon's wings, and it was gone in an instant.

Andre saw Phlogiston flying away and when he could no longer see the dragon's glow in the morning sun, he walked out of the alley behind the city building.

"Young man," Andre heard behind one of the trash bins. "Do you have any change to spare?"

A bearded man poked his head out behind the green trash bin. The homeless were everywhere at the time and Andre wasn't sure how much that guy had seen through the mist.

"I swear I won't tell the press about your reptile friend if you lend me a twenty," the greedy old man exited his cardboard home with a cane in one of his hands and a ragged jacket on his back.

"You saw Phlogiston?" asked Andre while scowling. That just won't do…

The homeless man's expression tightened as he smiled, reveling low dental care. "So that's his name? Phlogiston? I'm sure the press would like to hear about it. Imagine that: Phlogiston the Dragon, in the cover of the New York Times magazine."

"Say what you want… They'll just think you're a crazy, old man."

He grinned, "Suit yourself."

The mortals won't believe him, Andre thought to himself as he walked the opposite direction from homeless person. Yes, mortals can't see through the mist, even if he does have a picture–

Something, a hard object, clipped Andre behind the head. He knew… The old man's cane.

"Punk, I warned you about the money. I'll get it one way or another." Once more, before Andre could turn around, the angry, old man beat his cane on Andre's head.

Blood pumped up to his head, and Andre inhaled once… He caught the old man's next blow over his head and stood up to his full height. He easily passed a few inches over the old man.

The raggedy man let go off the cane and aimed his foot for Andre's genitals. That will not do…

With a twist, Andre blocked the kick with his right knee and turned his torso, slamming the head of the cane on the old man's temple.

The fight was over and he had to get up to the Empire State Building just across the street…

(A/N: Please review. Thanks everyone! BTW: The reason why I haven't added the first chapter is because: 1.) I wanted all the people that followed "Brought to Illusion" to follow this one so they can read it and 2.) I'm in a program for all this week! Which means that I'm not going to have the luxury of typing anything until next week. Hopefully, to be so thankful for your wait, I'll try and type quickly. Anyways, I already have it all mapped out in my head. Thanks for the wait and sorry if you thought that I added another chapter... I really need to stop doing that!)