Stone, scales, skin.

There was always something so fascinating about the dragon statue guarding the castle gates. Something that intrigued and drew in every person's attention. The grey stone had intricate details on the scales, winding up high into the air and towering over the huge gates. A face of rage etched through the furious eyes and short, yet razor sharp, teeth protruding from its mouth open in what would have produced a thunderous roar.

One clumsy yet rare mistake made the stone return to scales and then into skin.