Sedora tore her gaze away from Dawn. "The rules of the third task are very simple." She flicked her finger and red and orange flames crackled from her hand, which swirled around her fingers. She turned the flame around her fingers lazily and played with them as if playing with a child's toy. "The four contestants will have an hour, and in that one hour they have to bring gifts for my son Daryn." She pointed at Daryn with her flamed finger.
Suddenly she threw her hand forward and as if the flames were gaslighted, they swooshed through the gold cage, into the arena and started circling over the head of the contestants at about twenty feet above them.
The silence of the crowd was deafening as if they knew what was to come.
