The Sleepy Dragon
Be that as it may, Coal had an issue. Regardless of how diligently she attempted, she just couldn’t rest.
Every evening, as the moon moved high overhead, Ash would twist up in her delicate bed of leaves, close her drained eyes, and attempt to float off into the quiet universe of dreams. Be that as it may, each time she took a full breath, a puff of fire would escape from her, illuminating the dim backwoods like a smaller than usual firecracker show. She would squint at the glimmering light and moan.
“I simply need to sleep…” Ash murmured, yet regardless of what she rested, could never come.
One night, as Coal thrashed around, her stressed guardians showed up at the entry of the cavern. Her mom, a caring winged serpent with delicate golden eyes, talked tenderly. “Ash, dear, your blazing breath is illuminating the whole timberland. We’re apprehensive it could torch the trees!”
“I don’t intend to,” Coal said, her voice delicate. “I can’t stop. Furthermore, regardless of how enthusiastically I attempt, I can’t nod off.”
Ash’s eyes extended. “The Fantasy Pixie? I’ve heard anecdotes about her! How about she help me?”
Her folks traded confident looks. “We accept thus, yet you’ll must be bold, Coal. It’s a long excursion. On the off chance that you’re prepared, we’ll send you off with all our adoration and support.”
Ash gestured, her heart loaded up sincerely. “I’ll do it. I need to figure out how to rest like every other person.”
With a delicate poke, Ash’s folks set her on her way, and off she went, her little wings vacillating behind her. She didn’t know precisely where the Fantasy Pixie resided, however she had heard murmurs from the backwoods creatures that the excursion was loaded up with accommodating companions.
As Ash flew during that time sky, her blazing breath illuminating the way forward of her, she went over an insightful old owl roosted on a tree limb.
“Where are you off to, little mythical serpent?” the owl hooted.
“I’m searching for the Fantasy Pixie,” Ash made sense of. “I really want assistance figuring out how to rest without my blazing breath illuminating the evening.”
Expressing gratitude toward the owl, Ash followed the gleaming light that moved across the timberland floor. As she traveled, she ran over a stream, where a tranquil turtle was gradually advancing across the stones.
“Excuse me, Mr. Turtle,” Ash inquired, “Do you have any idea how I can quiet my searing breath and get some rest?”
The turtle squinted gradually, his antiquated eyes sparkling. “Ok, youthful mythical beast, the initial step is unwinding. Your fire shines brilliantly on the grounds that your psyche is brimming with stresses. To rest, you should quiet your heart despite everything your considerations.” He grinned tenderly. “Have a go at shutting your eyes and paying attention to your general surroundings. Inhale gradually and profoundly. In through your nose, and out through your mouth. Allow the cool night to air assist you with feeling quiet.”
Coal gestured, giving the turtle a thankful grin. “I’ll attempt. Much obliged to you!”
She progressed forward, her wings a little lighter and her heart somewhat less weighty. The twilight drove her to the Twilight Lake, where the delicate shine of the water mirrored the stars above. At the edge of the lake, a delicate figure paused — a gleaming pixie with silver wings and eyes that shone like the stars.
“You should be the Fantasy Pixie,” Coal said, her voice confident. “I’ve headed out such a long ways to track down you. Might you at any point assist me with dozing without my blazing breath illuminating the evening?”
Coal’s eyes enlarged. “How would I do that?”
The Fantasy Pixie bowed adjacent to the lake, where the evening glow undulated tenderly across the surface. “Watch the water,” she said. “Perceive how it streams, quiet and serene, without a solitary wave? At the point when your brain is as yet like the water, your fire will consume less brilliantly.”
Ash watched the lake, her considerations still and clear. Gradually, she shut her eyes and took a full breath, very much like the turtle had shown her. In through her nose, out through her mouth. She rehashed the breath, more slow this time, allowing the cool night to air fill her lungs. As she did, she experienced a glow inside her chest, yet this glow was unique — delicate, delicate, and quiet. Ash could feel the fire in her breath becoming calmer.
“Presently,” the Fantasy Pixie murmured, “Let yourself float like a leaf on the water. Don’t bother surging. Just let go.”
At the point when Ash stirred, the Fantasy Pixie was still close by. “Much obliged to you,” Ash said, her voice brimming with appreciation. “I think I’ve figured out how to quiet my fire.”
Coal grinned, feeling a feeling of quiet she had never known. She was prepared to get back, knowing that, with just the right amount of persistence and practice, she could constantly discover a genuine sense of reconciliation — even amidst her red hot breath.
As she flew back to her cavern, the night felt unique. The stars appeared to sparkle with a calm enchantment, and Ash’s red hot breath was as of now not a concern. She had figured out how to calm her flares and rest sufficiently, and she knew that with each quiet breath, she would develop further, more quiet, and more content with herself.
What’s more, from that evening on, Coal generally rested sufficiently, her red hot breath simply a delicate gleam in obscurity, illuminating the backwoods with the glow of her quiet heart.
The End.