Coward

The figure slowly raised one hand and made a simple gesture. The moment he did, the peaceful world began to change. The bright sky gradually disappeared as endless black fog descended from above, swallowing the forests, the rivers, the lake, the garden, and the small wooden house. Everything was quietly consumed by the darkness, as though the consciousness itself had finally accepted its own end.

The figure didn't resist. He simply stood there, watching the black fog erase the world around him with a calm expression, as if he had already made peace with the inevitable.

The dragon felt the black fog enveloping his own consciousness once again. He knew he was about to be dragged away, perhaps back to the world of the living. Before he disappeared completely, he looked at the figure one last time and called out,

"What is your name?"