Stoned

Actually, the word is:

Petrified.

Which means I must be afraid of something, very very afraid, else I would not have been so easily stopped.  Must be magic, in one ofits darker forms, to leave me in this condition.  I almost look real.  Perhaps the kiss of a beautiful princess might bring warmth again to this dry, dusty form, a twist on the fairy tales of old.  Or maybe the next rain will dissolve the bits and pieces of me into something unrecognizable, a thing that crawls through the sewers, a story to scare little kids out of being bad.

Perhaps, through this wicked spell, I am well on my way to becomming a legend.