"He who fights with monsters must be careful lest he become a monster himself" Oliver is now fifteen and like many eligible fifteen year olds of his race he and his pocket sized dragon Ator have been selected to fight in the Sitor league. A compittion vaguely reminisent of those held in ancient rome. It's kill or be killed and Oliver along with his rookie trainer Arthur have to come out of top otherwise they might not come out at all.
The stadium was dusty and hot and smelled of blood and sweat. The shouting was deafening as oliver stepped out into the area to face off against his opponent and the the whistle blew and the fight began and nothing would be the same.