They're chasing you. Claws gently padding on the earthy ground, they're
running. And leading them is the Dragon's Haven master, the lord of all the dragons. He spits flame after you, and you feel
the tendrils of the fire licking towards you, reaching out to burn.
You're running as fast as you can. But sadly, the dragons are much quicker.
You attempt to trick them by suddenly stopping, hoping they'll slide forward and you can run back.
Your idea failed.
You collided with the king of the Haven and felt sharp things everywhere.
Teeth, claws, who cares? You just weren't fast enough.
