I am the last dragon. It's been over a hundred
and fifty-seven years since I watched
the second to last dragon slaughtered.
I have survived only by hiding in this
ridiculously small cave in the dark with
only birds to keep me company.
I finally receive a visitor, but,
apparently, he was sent to kill me. I
easily stop him by using my telepathic
powers. I mentally calm him and he comes
to sit by my scaled legs, as I bury my head
between my feet.