Tournamnet of Chance
About the author:
Originally from Southern California, S.G. Rogers has lived in Asheville, North Carolina and Laurel, Mississippi. She earned her first black belt in taekwondo from martial arts champion Billy Blanks. Later on, she earned black belts in taekwondo and hapkido from Master Myung Kim. Currently residing in beautiful Savannah, Georgia, S.G. Rogers writes fantasy and romantic fantasy stories. She’s owned by two hairless cats, Houdini and Nikita, and lives on an island populated by exotic birds, deer and the occasional gator. Although she’s most often drawn to speculative fiction, she’s been known to break away to write other genres. Tab is her beverage of choice, but when she imbibes, a cranberry vodka martini doesn’t go amiss.
Heather raised her bow and loosed her arrow. When the arrow found its mark, the Dragonstone shattered into crystals at last. Nothing happened for a long heartbeat. Heather and Dane locked eyes…just before a strange black bubble exploded out of the shards.
“That doesn’t look good!” Joe cried.
The Ormvalders instantly transformed into dragons and darted into the sky. Dane flew toward Heather, but the spreading darkness quickly enveloped him. Joe and Heather began to run. Gumm grabbed them both, one under each arm and bounded toward the opening in the lava tunnel. He jumped down into the hole, landing on his feet as the wave passed over. Suddenly dizzy, the troll sank to his knees, retching. Heather and Joe slipped from his grip and landed with a thud. Something reached down Heather’s throat and turned her inside out.
“I’m going to be sick,” Joe moaned.
Heather leaned against the wall of the cave, breathing deeply, until the nausea eased. Unfortunately the air was becoming increasingly permeated with fumes.
“Are you all right Joe? Gumm?” she asked finally. The troll grunted in response.
Joe pushed himself into a sitting position. “I’m better now, but it’s a little hard to breathe. You?”
Heather nodded. “That was horribly unpleasant.”
“What in blazes happened?” Joe exclaimed.
“The pent-up magic was released from the Dragonstone,” Heather replied.
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