Disclaimer: Not my dragon, Tolkien's dragon.
Note: For the North challenge.
My brothers chose to fly south. They said they would return, but they broke their promise.
I chose to remain here, remain in the cold north.
For long years I waited for them, but my waiting was in vain.
They told me that the south was warm, that it was the land of golden sands, of blazing sun, of indolence, of pleasure.
The gold of the sun cannot be captured. The gold of the sands is an illusion.
Here I stay, king of more gold than my brothers could ever imagine.
I am Lord of the Mountain. Smaug the Golden.