He stood in front of the large mansion, frozen, trapped in stone formed when the sun touched his dark skin. Moss grew, showing age, but truly he had only been there for a day. The mansion was abandoned so no one was nearby, and it was surrounded by an old forest, the perfect place for him during the day, but night was a different story. The hours passed as he waited for the sun to travel below the horizon, and for the night to take over. The stone surrounding his form started to crack revealing dark blue skin and delicate tribal markings. His eyes glowed red as he finally broke free from his daytime prison. The dark, navy blue, coloured dragon stretched his sore wings, followed by each leg, before he leaped off his stone platform and flapped his wings a couple times, lifting him into the air. It was the same cycle, every day, and every night. He would become a statue in the day and a dragon at night, roaming the garden that had overgrown around the mansion. He was tired of it, he wanted to go out and leave this boring place, but he knew he would not be trusted because of his resemblance to the dragons of the enemy kingdom to the south. He landed on the roof of the mansion and looked toward the city nearby. He knew it was there, he had seen it so many times before, but he had never gone there, afraid he would turn to stone in the city come morning. He felt something deep in his chest though every time he looked towards the lights in the distance. The look he held in his eyes this time, was one of determination and curiosity. He took a deep breath before taking a leap and gliding towards the lights, jumping and gliding from tree to tree. The lights came closer and closer, becoming brighter and more clear as he went. The edge of the forest came to be replaced by stone buildings. The fire lit lamps lined the streets, revealing empty stone pathways that weaved between houses and businesses. Most of the houses were dark, their residents having gone to bed, but there were a few that were lit as the night owls stayed up a little while longer. The castle loomed over the city from it's place next to the mountain, who's peak protected the city and it's royal family. He looked towards the large castle and the lights that came from it's large windows. He had never been this close to the castle, and from the direction of the mansion it could not be seen very well, only giving a slight glimpse of it's magnificence, teasing him as it hid around the edge of the great peak. He always imagined what the large building looked like, but he never thought it would look as grand as it actually did. He let his thoughts carry him, and soon he was gliding from rooftop to rooftop, his body gaining a mind of it's own as he got closer and became more curious about the treasures that lay within the walls of the great building, that was a symbol of power to all the creatures of the city. He did not notice the night around him, the night he took for granted as he flew through the cool air until he reached the national treasure he had only imagined for so long. It was even more magnificent up close, and his eyes widened in wonder and awe as he stared up at the towering walls.
With his dark skin it was not hard sneaking past the guards, but his glowing eyes served as a problem. He closed them whenever he saw a guard nearby, hoping they would not see him, but they would soon pass by and he would once again open his eyes, exploring the artifacts and treasures around him. His eyes then caught another treasure in their red gaze. A lovely princess, with beauty he could have never imagined. She was a dragon much different than himself, with beautiful black scales that shimmered in the firelight, gold and rubies hanging from her, giving her a look that reminded one of fire. He was trapped by her elegance as she walked through the hall, and soon his feet started to follow. It seemed like she did not notice, but she looked behind her from the corner of her eyes, pretending to be oblivious. She led him to a large room that appeared empty, but a huge weight rammed into him from his right flank, knocking him out of his trance and pulling him back into reality. A guard much larger than him had knocked him down to the marble floor beneath their feet, a raging fire within his eyes. The gargoyle was now panicked, having been led into a trap, surrounded by a number of guards that he could not defeat, but he tried anyways. One after another an endless ocean of scaly bodies attacked him, armour scraping against his skin as they got closer and attacked harder. He tired all too quickly, but he left his mark, having bitten one guard and scratched another across the eye.
The chains around his neck were heavy as they dragged him through the halls, scratching and roaring until he had no more strength in his unconditioned body. It became a game of tug-of-war as they tried to chain him to the walls. He could not see the outside world from where he was placed, the window being dirty, preventing him from seeing where he was, but allowing the light in, the light that would turn him to stone come morning. The black beauty that tricked him followed the guards in the struggle to imprison him and faced him. Her eyes filled with fire and suspicion as she looked him up and down, examining him, trying to peel away at his insides like an onion. His breathing was heavy from the struggle, and his limbs were shaking from exhaustion. Before he could even catch his breathe an elegant voice spoke, lifting his head to look the princess right in the eyes.
“What dare brings you in to my home, into the castle?” Her voice gave off an annoyed and yet nervous tone, telling him that he was not welcomed. He did not reply, unsure how to explain to her his curiosity and daylight condition. He had been away from society so long that he had forgotten how to speak to another living creature, let alone a beautiful princess. “If you won't tell me that, at least tell me who you are.” The gargoyle looked at her curiously, wondering for what reasons she would want to know his name.
“My name is Adyx.” he finally replied. The the last thing he saw before the doors trapped him in for an unimaginable time, was her slight nod and a look of sadness. The sound of the doors slamming shut rang throughout the halls, and soon the sun rose above the horizon, trapping him in a secondary prison, a prison he hated more than the walls around him.