Excerpt
In the midst of celebrating, we are interrupted by the hostess dragon. "Well done. Please join me at the next challenge."
We sober when we see her standing behind a counter with four covered bowls set for us. Earlier, I was hungry enough to eat a bearhorse. Anxiety at what could be in those bowls has made me lose my appetite. Still barefoot, we walk over and each choose a bowl to stand in front of.
"These are fire slugs. You each will eat five of them to show your strength."
Slugs? Disgusting!
After assistants remove the lids, I force myself to look at the slithering, slimy slugs. They're alive! I gulp. The worried faces of my friends mirror mine.
Frowning back at the bowl, I try but can't think how I'm going to get these down. The squirming, crimson slugs smell like burnt plastic, a sour, sickly scent. I'm not going first this time.
Jordy pounds on the counter with a nod, picks up his bowl, and slurps them down. When he swallows, he slams his bowl on the counter and gives a huge burp.
The crowd loves it, cheering and roaring and laughing. Why are they laughing?
Argus accepts the challenge with a grin and copies Jordy. How are they...? I pause mid thought. As I look on the other side of me, Ona is wiping her mouth with her arm. She's done too!
But then, the effects erupt inside them. Jordy's triumphant smile with hands clasped over his head, turns into a wince as he doubles over, gripping his belly. One of the assistant dragons flies in and gives him a drink from a bottle. It's bubbly like seltzer water. When Jordy opens his mouth, smoke comes out and he douses it with the liquid. Argus and Ona start to feel the burning and reach desperately for bottles as well. Oh, beast. I know I can't do it now. There's no way.
Ona recovers enough to encourage me. She holds her nose and points at me to do the same and tries to smile as if she's okay.
Argus shows me that I should lift the bowl and chug the critters.
Jordy is too distraught and motions to the dragons for more water as the crowd laughs hysterically.
I stare at the slugs. Slugs. What do I know about slugs from biology? But these are fire slugs, and we
never studied fire slugs. I wonder how different they are from the tree slugs back home. If only I could—I
motion to the dragon hostess for salt, shaking my hand over the slugs like I'm seasoning them.
She gives me a smile and nods. Reaching under the counter, she produces a salt shaker and hands it to me.
Once I salt them, the big, fat, dark red slugs turn brown, shrivel up, and give a puff of smoke as they die. I
eat them easily with minimal side effects.
The crowd roars louder and my friends pat me on the back.
But we have more challenges. As the sun sinks and the sky dims, brilliant, white lights flicker on, spotlighting us. I don't know how much more fireworks I can take.