Today started amazing. A crisp wind, the sun wasn't harshly beaming upon you, clear weather. A splendid day to spend outside.

So, of course, something bad happens that ruins your day.

You ran as fast as your legs could let you, not looking back. Getting eaten was not one of your plans for the day.

You reached a clearing, trying to get back in the safety of your hometown. You tried to dash away from the beasts, stumbling but still running forward out of pure adrenaline.

“Hey, this is my territory,” a voice behind you suddenly called, before you heard the sounds of roaring turn into a cry.

You turned around to find your... savior? If you could call it that. A rather short man with fiery hair, as well as a pair of crimson red horns.