The Hooded Figure

His breath came in small spurts, hot and nervous. At his sides, tanned fingers curled into sweaty fists, swinging forward as if it would make him faster. Behind him, he could hear the baying howls of the dogs and jeering laughter of his enemies. Mud smeared his sweaty face as sweat dripped from his matted hair.

"Please God, let me live." he cried aloud, throwing himself forward with even greater abandon. His lungs and heart were pumping, but the air didn't seem to be enough as he sprinted forward, panic trembling in his exhausted limbs.He ran into a hooded figure,he stepped back and was about to rush towards the left when the hooded figure removed his cloak and who stood in front of him was not exactly a human,it seemed to have the body of a human and head of a dragon,it dashed straight into him,blood gushed out of his mouth,he fell on the ground,several figures surrounded him.They were about to slaughter him with their swords but just before they were about to strike him black aura engulfed them all,he tried to find the source of the aura and to his amazement the black aura originated from his left hand,he fell on the ground but not before he had seen the Dragon figure disappear into the woods.