(This is my first story, so please don't criticize! Comments and feedback are welcome!)

Balerion crouched in his den, glaring at the mess of treasure surrounding him. A human knight had attempted to raid his stash of gold and gems. The pesky little thing had managed to make quite a mess before the great dragon could torch him with a blast of purple flames. Balerion's feathery, sunset colored scales ruffled slightly. He could feel a breeze coming from the mouth of the large cave. He sniffed the air, his forked tongue slithering in and out of his mouth. A storm was coming. He rose to his feet, a shiver running down his spine. 'I need to have this cleaned up, and soon.' The great dragon thought to himself. 'I may just have to snatch up a princess and have her do the work for me' He grinned, and settled back down to wait out the storm.