"Slogurs! Step forward!" Incinerus, the oldest elder, beckoned us forward. (Did I mention when you compete in the Sloghgor you're called a Slogur?) Oh, I suppose you should know what I look like. I have sandy hair and a handsome face (or so mum says) and I'm kind of skinny. But I'm strong and I wear this gray t-shirt with the Sloghgur logo on it- an S with inter crossing swords behind it. I also have these dark trackky pants and this gold bracelet. Anyway, we all moved into a line in front of Incinerus, an old gray balding dude, and prepared ourselves to be slaughtered. Yeah, that's pretty much what happens in the Sloughgor. Slaughter. I took a breath and waited alongside my best friend, Nico Landstung. You're thinking, who has a name like Landstung? Well, Nico does. He has short black hair and a rather handsome face with bright green eyes. He wears a blue top with the Sloughgor logo and yellow trackky pants. That pretty much sums him up.
"And begin!" shouts Incinerus. We all race forward. The battle for supplies, allies and food has begun.
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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...
