Hi. I'm Josh Windsor. Read on for adventure, action, blood, death and gruesomeness- the truest of true stories. You can read this and think it's fiction- good for you. But this is true. And please be warned- don't go hunting dragons. It's a bad idea.
My day started off normally; a quick hunt in the woods for some deer or rabbits, some trade in the market and then it was off to work. Well, that's if it wasn't the Sloughgor. I still got to hunt and trade, but work was off. The Sloughgor began at midday. I stepped into line with the other boys of age. When, and if, you turned 18 years of age, and were declared strong enough, you were put into the Sloughgor. The men, that is. See, there was this weird prophecy from the dragon Saphira: Only when the man can resist temptation will the stone be freed.
Our village elders took this to mean only men should compete in the Sloughgor to find Saphira and ride her. I don't buy that. It says nothing about that old blue dragon. It does, however, say something of a stone. Maybe it means an egg of some sort? Or a gem? In any case, I wasn't keen to participate in the Sloughgor. Winning meant being the Rider until you got old and died. Losing, however, means death. You have to compete. It's village law. So that's how I ended up in the stupidest competition ever. And that's how I ended up facing the biggest challenge in my entire life.
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Dragons: The Sloughgor
FantasyEver read the Hunger Games? Well, they just got an epic twist.... Josh is destined to compete in the Slouchgor- a challenge set every year for the strongest young men to try to become the Rider of the dragon Saphira. Once into the Slouchgor, Josh di...
