Stone Dragons

In ancient times, in a land of majestic mountains and deep valleys, lived a dragon named Vermithrax. His skin shimmered in shades of silver and grey, seamlessly blending into the rocky landscapes that surrounded him. Vermithrax was not just powerful, but also wise, serving as the guardian of these high terrains and all the creatures that inhabited them.

One night, during one of his long, solitary slumbers under the moonlit sharp ridges of the mountains, Vermithrax fell into a deep sleep, a transformative slumber. As the sun rose over the horizon, instead of waking the dragon, his mighty body began to slowly merge with the rock. As minutes turned into hours, and hours into days, Vermithrax became more and more immobile, until he finally became a part of the mountains he so dearly loved.

Legend has it that Vermithrax still lies there, amidst the rocky towers and peaks, waiting for the day he will awaken from his stone sleep. It is said that his heart beats so slowly that each throb lasts an epoch. To tourists and adventurers who visit these mountains, the tale of the dragon who became a rock is told, of the guardian of the mountains, who watches over them still, petrified yet ever majestic.

Thus, Vermithrax, the mountain dragon, became not just a legend but an integral part of the landscape, a monument to nature and to a power that time cannot conquer. His story lives on in the hearts of those who believe in the magic and strength that lie in the wildest corners of our world.