Greed; that is what has turn me into this. Overcome with the longing for gold and jewels. The treasure found on this island, in a cave, immense gold coins, rubies, diamonds, sapphires, emeralds, gold and silver jewelry piled high. My friends were smart to leave me here with my greed, it wasn't long after my friends left me here alone, long gone east, perhaps still sailing away, away from the tyrant who made us sail, I turned into this, this greed driven dragon. Long it seems, I've lived here in this dragon form, not able to speak, but able to think; killing, eating and hoarding whatever comes along, giving into instincts. At first I was content to live with my treasure, the mounds of it so prettily piled always adding more as the opportunity arose. Though all the time I could feel myself aging; I was ageing before we left, now even as a dragon I feel the years adding on, growing weak, I feel slow, my fire's burning out. These maybe the last of my days.
I crawl from my cave slowly, I am so thirsty, all I need is one drink. I am sore; the smoke from my nostrils now black when it used to be grey. My sense of smell is still good, but my eye sight is going. I think I see a boy in the distance hiding; I don't blame him, I've seen my reflection in the lake I'm now drinking. I know how I look my wings like a bat but much, much bigger and scaly. I feel so weary, my treasure has lost its meaning, I think I will lie down just for a moment, one moment of well-deserved rest, I don't think that boy will bother me, I am too big for one boy to take me. We lock eyes for just one moment I try to warn him not to fall for the treasure if he finds it, if he dares to enters my cave. I lay for my drink, it never comes, instead I feel myself slipping away from that dragon form finally. My last thought is I hope that the boy understands, not to be greedy or be doomed to life as a dragon.