I wrote a short story, and I hope you enjoy it!




I, Dragonshire, am of noble descent. On the outskirts of Shimmering Gold Town, my blue and white scales glisten in the sunlight, resembling the continuation of a dragon's noble bloodline. I take pride in the glory of the dragon race, walking the earth with a sense of superiority. In my eyes, other races are nothing but ants groveling beneath the feet of the dragon kind.

One day, I leisurely wandered into a tavern in Shimmering Gold Town, sipping on the intoxicating Dragon's Blood Wine. Suddenly, a mysterious man entered, clad in a black cloak with his face shrouded in deep shadows.

I observed him, not paying much attention. However, he approached, his gaze filled with disdain and mockery, provoking my anger. He seated himself beside me without uttering a word.

My fury surged, "Do you always look down on others like this? Shorty."

"Dragonshire, do you always believe that your race is the chosen superior one, thinking that other races can only look up to you forever?" He seemed to be challenging my arrogance.

I furrowed my brow, standing up provocatively, "You, an ordinary human, dare to be insolent in my presence? Don't you know I am of the noble dragon lineage?"

The tavern fell into silence, other patrons avoiding us, leaving the two of us in a standoff. I sensed the charge in the air, a clash about to erupt.

The mysterious man sneered, his eyes filled with contempt. "Do you think Dragonshire can stand above all?"

A fire ignited within me, scales trembling slightly. I stood up, glaring at the man who dared question my dignity. "Are you looking for a death wish, challenging me to a duel outside?"

Outside the tavern, we faced each other in the noon sunlight. Onlookers scattered, leaving a serene scene. Dust danced around us on the street.

I stared at the mysterious man, ready to meet his challenge. However, he suddenly unleashed a green magic, piercing through my entire body. Intense pain struck, and I fell to the ground, unable to resist.

As I struggled to rise, I realized my body was gradually petrifying, icy stone replacing the warmth of my scales. Panic surged within as I tried to break free from the magical bind, but to no avail.

The mysterious man approached with a smirk. "Dragonshire, do you finally feel the irresistible power?" His voice mocked, aggravating my frustration.

I gritted my teeth, attempting to stay composed. "This can't be happening; I am of dragon descent, how can I be bound by the likes of you?"

I tried to break free but couldn't escape the grip of the mysterious magic. Slowly, my lower limbs turned cold and unyielding.

The sensation of stone spread upward, reaching my knees. The pain intensified, as if countless sharp needles pierced my muscles and bones. My legs lost vitality in agony, becoming two stone pillars.

Cracks of petrification appeared on the surface of my legs, emitting a cold glow, signaling the impending complete petrification. I felt dragged into an abyss by an unforgiving force, unable to break free.

The petrification continued to climb, involving my thighs and waist. I sensed my body temperature dropping, as if the heat within me was ruthlessly drained. My mobility vanished, and my body felt tightly bound by iron.

As the petrification reached my abdomen and chest, breathing became increasingly difficult. The stone crept into my internal organs, enveloping them in a hardened shell. Cracks resembling a spiderweb appeared on my skin, portraying a painful and helpless scene.

I struggled to extend my left hand, attempting to grasp a shred of redemption, but it was futile. My palm trembled in the air, like the last leaf about to wither. However, the force of petrification mercilessly invaded my fingertips.

A layer of hard gray stone covered the back of my hand, cracks interweaving like a maze between my joints. I desperately raised my hand, trying to free my arm from the icy death grip. Yet, in the end, I only clenched for a moment before losing the sensation in my fingers.

The power of petrification continued into my arm, my muscles gradually hardening, filling the gaps between scales. My arm froze in an eternal pose, devoid of any signs of life.

The light of life at my fingertips extinguished in a faint glow. I couldn't control my arm; it had turned to stone, destined to be fixed in this posture.

Eventually, the petrification spread to my neck and head. Breathing became increasingly difficult, and the world before my eyes blurred. I felt my head turn into a cold stone, a gray shroud enveloping my vision. Alone, I stood there, my body gradually enveloped by the icy stone.

All ended in silence; I was frozen in this pose, becoming a stone statue, forever fixed in this destined moment. The process of petrification felt like an inescapable nightmare, and I became an eternal part of this nightmare.

Inside the tavern, the atmosphere remained thick, but I was imprisoned in the curse of petrification, locked in a silent realm. Wizards and sorcerers who knew of my lineage came forward, attempting to break the petrification curse with various spells and magic.

Their incantations flowed like water but inevitably solidified around me. Magical energy poured into my body, disappearing instantly into the hard gray stone. Regardless of the profound spells they used, my body remained unyielding.

Wizards attempted to probe my inner magical energy, but my dragon power had long been submerged by the petrification curse, leaving only a cold void. Their magic rolled over me like waves, unable to penetrate the solidified statue that I had become.

Witches experimented with various magical potions, but the elixirs flowed over my skin, evaporating like raindrops on a rock. I realized this was not just a struggle against a curse, but a battle against time and eternal despair.

Whether it was the intricacies of witchcraft or the miracles of magic, all were in vain on me. I had become an incurable stone figure, doomed to spend eternity in this lonely ocean. The pride and glory of my life turned pale and feeble within this unshakable petrification.

The tavern owner finally understood that redemption was impossible for me and decided to place me inside the tavern, a chilling warning. My body became part of this corner, destined to share silence with the tavern as it submerged into the river of time.

In this stone prison, my thoughts fluttered, recalling past arrogance and ignorance. Regret surged, and I longed for a chance to go back and choose a different path. However, I was now helpless, my body and soul petrified, destined for eternal silence.

Every day, every night, I pondered the absurdity of the past, repenting for a fate that couldn't be changed. My thoughts struggled within this cold stone, becoming my only companion. In this silent realm, regret was my only companion, and I became the eternal decoration of this tavern, gazing lonely at the hustle and bustle of the living.