"I assume that you remember the stories of the brave and handsome prince that kills a dragon to obtain or save a princess, well that's me. The dragon in the stories is me. Human princes and knights come to my home and demand to fight me in favor of getting a wife. I realize that the stories say that I am killed, but that is not true as you can tell.
There is a far off cave deep in the forest of Baldua located in the land of Sparus that I call home. It is very quaint, with chambers that house my vast book and historic memorabilia collection along with living quarters and a large kitchen. Quite lovely indeed. Anyway, there are many of my kind, I am a Nicarnus dracus, but it seems that when a prince or knight needs a fight I'm the only dragon they come to. It's really very aggravating. Though with my age, knowledge has come with how to handle my pests.
When I was younger and more temperamental I would fight any fool that came upon my entrance but now I use a riddle to find the idiots from the average men. Those that answer the riddle correctly I fight and those that don't, I send away. Thought for the dolts that constantly bother me, I roast them. The riddle has greatly decreased my fighting, I guess they just don't educate princes like they used to.
The one thing that has permanently puzzled me for centuries now is why do they come to me for a princess when I have none. It's really quite ludicrous, why would I, a dragon, have a princess, they are so loud, annoying, and whiny. They expect to be pampered and waited on hand and foot. I detest those spoiled brats.
It is rather humorous when the nobles demand for the princess, should they win the fight, and I tell them that I don't have one. The look on their faces is priceless. I have put up signs saying that I don't have a girl and that I don't want to fight but it does not seem to deter them. I just want to live out my life reading and socializing with my friends, but no, you people all have to come and bother me. So, Sir knight now that you know that I don't have a princess do you still want to hear my riddle and maybe fight?"
"U-u-u-ughm... You don't have a princess? Well, erm, yeah. I'll still fight you. What's the riddle?"
"Very eloquently put my good man. Since you insist upon this stupidity, here is the riddle; Cannot be seen, cannot be felt, cannot be heard, cannot be smelt. It lies behind the stars and beneath the hills. Ends life and kills laughter. What is it? You have three days to give me the answer. Now leave."
"In three days time I shall return with the answer and kill you dragon. Mark my words."
Three days later...
"I have the answer foul beast."
"Oh really? Well please enlighten me human."
"It is the god of death."
The dragon engulfs the knight in flame. As he looked at the charred remains he mutters, "It was the dark you fool."