The Rainbow Princess

The Rainbow Princess

In the heart of the Kingdom of Eldrid, where rolling meadows sparkled in every shade of green and skies shone the brightest blue, there lived Princess Alara, known throughout the land as the Rainbow Princess. Her gown shimmered with shifting colours, and her laughter brought blossoms to life.

But far away, hidden in the Caves of Dusk, lurked Malvar, the Shadow Wizard. With every spell he cast, he drained colour from the land. Trees turned grey, rivers dulled, and even the flowers began to wither. Soon, all of Eldrid would be swallowed by shadow unless Princess Alara could stop him.

One morning, while Alara was tending to the kingdom’s rainbow roses, her loyal friend Pip, a chatty sparrow, darted into the garden.
“Your Highness!” Pip chirped. “The eastern hills are turning black and white! Malvar grows stronger every hour!”

“We must hurry,” said Alara, her heart pounding. “If the last colours fade, Eldrid will be lost.” With Pip fluttering above, she set off toward the shadowy hills.

Her first stop was the Crystal Falls. The waters, once vibrant, now poured down in shades of grey. There she met a gentle stag named Liora, whose once-golden antlers were now dull and pale.
“Princess, the wizard’s curse has reached even here,” Liora said. “But I know of a secret path that leads to Malvar’s lair. I can guide you—if you help me first. A shard of dark crystal is lodged in my hoof, and it weakens me.”

Without hesitation, Alara knelt beside Liora. With Pip’s beak and her own hands, she carefully pulled the shard free. Instantly, colour returned to Liora’s antlers, glowing like sunlight.
“Thank you, Rainbow Princess,” Liora said gratefully. “Climb onto my back—I will take you to the Caves of Dusk.”

With Liora’s swift gallop, they reached the edge of the caves by twilight. There, a fierce gust of wind howled, and from the shadows emerged Ember, a fox whose fiery orange coat had dimmed to grey.
“Malvar lies deep within,” Ember warned, “but the path is treacherous. I know the way through the twisting tunnels. Follow me—but beware, his magic can steal your courage.”

Together, the three friends braved the caves, winding through corridors that pulsed with dark energy. At last, they came to a cavern glowing with stolen colours swirling inside a crystal orb. Malvar stood beside it, cloaked in shadow. His voice boomed:
“You are too late, Rainbow Princess! Soon Eldrid will be mine—colourless, lifeless, perfect!”

Alara stood tall, her gown shimmering faintly, the last colours of the kingdom clinging to her. “You may hoard colours, Malvar,” she declared, “but you cannot steal the light in our hearts.”

Drawing from her courage, she spread her arms wide. The hues of every memory, every smile, every flower of Eldrid burst from her gown—red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, violet—forming a radiant rainbow that struck Malvar’s orb. The crystal shattered, and a tidal wave of colour surged through the caves.

Malvar screamed as shadows peeled away, leaving him powerless. The colours of Eldrid flowed back across the kingdom: rivers shimmered, meadows bloomed, and skies blazed blue once more.

Liora bowed her golden antlers, and Ember’s fiery coat glowed brightly again. Pip twirled joyfully in the sky.
“You’ve saved Eldrid!” they cheered.

Alara smiled. “Not just me—together, we restored the colours of our home.”

As dawn broke, a brilliant rainbow arched across the sky, brighter than ever before. And so, the Rainbow Princess and her friends returned to the castle, ready for new adventures, their hearts forever bound by bravery and light.