"Steemit Challenge s28wk1 : Zany and the tiny colored dragon

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Both the tiny dragon and Zany moved together into the softening evening, their steps echoing in the quiet rain-washed street. The family was shimmered by the creature's wings, leaving thin arcs of color that dissolved into the mist and swayed. Zany didn't let it go; she followed its glow, and her heart was still trembling from the strange warmth it had stirred inside her, a warmth she hadn't felt for several years.

The dragon moves closer, its small body pulsing with delicate light. Zany stood by and watched it closer, unsure whether she should speak up, or until the silence between them felt heavy enough to break.

She asked, her voice barely louder than the wind, and said "Do you..... understand me?"

Tiny head is what the dragon titled its. A soft him then rolled through the air, vibrating gently against her finger. Zany wasn't sure what the sound that she heard meant, so she let out a shaky breath, but it felt like someone was hearing her.

They turned into narrow alleys that made her speed up her steps when walking. Tonight, with the gh dragon glow painting the walls in softened colors, the shadows seemed less threatening. Where the puddles reflected a violet-tinted sky is where they emerged.

Zany sat beside the dragon as it perched on a rusted swing, with its wings folding slowly. All the words that she could say for weeks suddenly slipped free from her.

"I felt invisible today," she whispered. "Like I could disappear and no one would even blink or notice it". A pause. A breath she'd been holding for weeks.

"And I hate feeling like that. I hate feeling like I don't matter to people".

Lightly the dragon wings stirred. A ring of color, warm, gentle, alive, expanded from its chest and drifted toward her. When the light touched her skin, something inside of her loosened. The weight she'd been dragging around all day shifted, just enough for her to breathe freely again.

"There is something you're trying to tell, " she murmured. "What is it?"

The dragon fluttered up to her shoulder, resting against her neck with soft warmth. And in that closeness, Zany finally understood.

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"You only came because I needed you"

Through the evening air, a brighter hum vibrated. Colours gold for hope, red for courage, blue for calm rippled toward her as though the tiny creature were painting something meaningful into her heart.

They both stayed like that. I told the sky darkened fully, the last of the rain fading from the air. When the dragon finally rose from her shoulder, its wings glowed with quiet urgency.

Zany asked You're leaving?"

The creature dipped its head once. Her chest tightened. "Will I get to see you again?"

The dragon spun in a small circle, scattering a burst of light that drifted toward her chest and sank deep beneath her hoodie, warm, strangely, bright, without answering.

A faint outline of tiny wings shimmered over Zany as she looked down.

• A memory.
• A promise.
• A mark.

As she raised her head up, the dragon was already ascending, its glow fading into the sky until it vanished like the last spark of a dying firework.

In the quiet park, Zany stood alone.

For the first time in her life, she did not feel lonely. She smiled as she placed her hand over the glowing imprint. At the moment, she then walked home every step light, certain, and full of the new color she could finally feel again.

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Summary:
The story is about the journey of a teenager through loneliness, emotional discovery, and the spark of unexpected hope. The tiny colored dragon is a representation of the healing moments, transformative and surprising.

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