Hi, Ayles! Here's a short story I wrote in English class:

I duck into a dim alleyway and hold my breath, waiting in silence. The footsteps of my pursuers grow nearer, thumping on the cobblestones like drumbeats. They pause, stopping near my refuge. While I crouch in the shadows, I hear the drone of their voices, but the noise fades as they move on. After the sparrows settle back onto the rooftops, I let out a gasp of relief. They could never have caught me anyway, even if they had set foot in the alley. I smile, self-confidence blooming across my face. Suddenly, a dark shadow falls across the road, blocking the light. While I was lost in thought, they must have discovered me! There is no option but surrender, for I am cornered in my own hiding place. I make a last glance at my captor, then stop, as I look into the face of my best friend. "Come on," she says, "We've got to get out of here." I take her outstretched hand, elated by this fortunate turn of luck, and we hurry off into the shadows. 

It sounds a little choppy because my teacher wanted us to practise using complex sentences and dependent clauses. 

I like your story. And dragons are so cool!