I am quickly beginning to feel an almost nostalgic longing for five minutes ago, when it was simply a strange blue moose upon my heels.

Once again I am running in a most terribly frantic manner, a bedevilled shriek wrenching itself from my lips; the strange shield I landed upon is now held above my head, in the hopes it might provide some meagre protection from the reptilian behemoth pursuing me. What is this new monster? Do alligators grow so large and venture onto land?

I know not, only that it seems intent on making a meal of me. Why, oh why must I appear so delicious to the various horrors that seem to fill the world?

I do not pursue the matter further, as I am myself pursued, and closely. I must concentrate on running, and not falling, and not being a snack for the alligator, and-

Are those people?

Oh, heavens, I may be saved! I alter my course to take me towards them. I may be still shrieking, I think.

I do hope one of them is the knight to whom the strange shield belongs to. Surely he will be able to fight the creature, like unto a dragon such as it is!