The dragon circled around Cedric, its movements graceful and deadly. Cedric remembered a story his grandmother had told him about dragons and their love for riddles. 'If you want to pass, you must answer my riddle,' he said, his mind racing to think of something that might distract the dragon. The dragon paused, its eyes narrowing. 'Very well, little human. Ask your riddle, and if you answer my own, you may take the treasure.'