Steemit Challenge s28wk1 : Zany and the tiny colored dragon

The rain continued to fall, but the moisture inside Zany was deeper than the rain. As he walked the streets of the city, he felt as if every building mocked his inner silence. She was moving forward by pulling her hood further over her face when suddenly the scene changed. A bright shadow danced among the rotten mist. A color that had never been seen in this city. Zany stopped in shock. He was a Tiny Colored Dragon. How many waves of colors are wrapped together in its wings. He was moving among the raindrops as if the water was stealing the shine from him. Zany had never imagined that she could be a part of the stories that said little dragons only appeared to those who were searching for something inside, lost something… or wanted something back. There was a chance touch. The dragon slowly came to Zany ripping through the air and landed on his toes.
Zany's hand was shaking. It wasn't fear. It's no surprise. It was a feeling she had never put into words. The dragon gently warmed his hand, Like a forgotten lamp bulb shining again. For the first time, Zany felt a small weight lighten in his heart. And after so many days... A slow smile appeared on his face.

Chinged everything under this evening. They both started walking on the wet road of the city.
Zany ahead, the dragon would make a glowing streak through the air, sometimes close to him, sometimes in front of him. Whenever Zany's steps stopped, The dragon would move forward and draw his attention. As you say: The time to stop has passed, now is the time to go.Zany said slowly, You know? I've felt lost for a long time. It's like having a room locked inside and never finding the key. The dragon raised his light a little, Shoot little sparks from the wings, And those sparks fell in front of Zany like a ladder.
Zany stepped. This time there was less hesitation. There were Vincentians.The dragon didn't say a word to Zany. But each color of his feathers played a role.

As Zany's face fell in despair, The wings took on a light pink color, Support color. When Zany mentions his inner fear, Blue waves run in the wings. The color of consolation. And as Zany laughed as she walked, The dragon let out a beautiful orange light, The color of life. Zany realized that maybe, Some silent conversations, Have more power than words. There were bridges of memories, At the edge of the city came that bridge, Where Zany often used to sit. Where she wrestled with the crowd of her thoughts, Where she lost herself. She stopped. The dragon landed on his shoulder. That's where I felt most vulnerable, Zany said softly. A warm color emanated from the dragon's wings, who stayed close to Zany's eyes, Like cleaning something. Zany gasped, Heavy but necessary. There was toast — there was Dragon's Truth, Then suddenly Zany noticed, The dragon's body is starting to become mist. No, no… wait! Zany held out his hand, But his palm could not hold the light. The dragon with the last flash of his wings. A small beam left Zany's heart. Then came the voice, A voice that is not from outside,
Rather came from within Zany: I am the color you hid from yourself. Your heart has shown me the world. I'm not going anywhere, That's what I am, inside you.

A hot drop fell from Zany's eyes, But he was not sad. He was receptive. It was understandable. Begins Something New under Thay Ending, The dragon turned completely into light, Absorbed into Zany's heart. Zany opened his eyes. The world was the same. But he himself, It had completely changed. He looked up at the sky, felt the wind on his face, And for the first time
Recognize the change in yourself. I'm not alone. He said slowly. I never was. She stepped off the bridge and proceeded, step strong, light hearted, And such a color inside, which does not burn, Only grows. And maybe, It was the first evening of his journey. Not the last.

I would like to invite @mohammad1076, @abdullaht and @rmj.

Best Regards,
@taaher1