The Tales Of A Rainbow

Chapter One: The Birth Of A Rainbow

Hey! I have decided to rewrite this, make it longer and better quality. I would like to thank Aabluedragon for reviewing all of the chapters and giving me advice on how to make them better. I am going to take your advice and slow this story down a bit. Anyways, enjoy le chapter!

December 3rd, 207 B.C.

The sun was shining brightly, wispy white clouds lounged lazily in the sky, it was the perfect day for the birth of a country. Well, it would be perfect if not for the sound of clashing swords, the sickening crunch of bones on stone, and the sound of arrows hitting their target. The fires that leapt at least ten feet upward added to the unperfect side of the day along with the battle cries and screams of pain coming from wounded soldiers.

And in the middle of it, a small boy that looked to be around three to four years old whom at the moment was bawling his golden eyes out while clutching for dear life on a light pink wool blanket. He didn't understand why his people were fighting or why these mean people with helmets that had horns on them that talked really weird were burning down his beautiful city. The boy sobbed loudly, tears soaking his soft yellow long-sleeved shirt and light blue wool pants.

"MUSI" (translation: mama)

The boy screamed the word hysterically, his mother had fallen as she was trying to lead him out of the city, and now she lay silently beside him. He didn't understand what the arrow sticking out of her chest meant, he had never seen that red stuff that smelled dreadful. All he wanted was for her to wake up and take him to the green fields so they could paint with the pretty wildflowers. No matter how many times he screamed her name, she did not respond, but he had no other option than to keep yelling for her and hope for the best.

As we all know, a person in the middle of a battle without any means of protection doesn't last long and the boy was no exception. So, it wasn't that much of a surprise when another arrow flew by right in front of his face, so close he could feel the breeze it created as it made it's way past him.

"VENI"

The boy's head snapped up and he looked for the voice who had said his name. If the arrow was not enough to snap him out of his hysterics, the one who called his name would've done it. He scanned the raging city for the person who had called, his eyes landed on fisherman Frandon who was leaning against his shop door. Veni didn't waste any time in getting over there as he ran through the fighting people who really stunk.

Nothing could've stopped it. Nothing could've stopped that arrow from flying from that crossbow and going straight through Veni's head. Nothing could've stopped him from falling flat on his face as more of the red stuff flowed down the side of his head, painting his light brown hair and a strange curl sticking out of the left side of his head in a deep scarlet. Veni's vision darkened, his brain didn't register the pain, so he didn't feel the agony of having an arrow go through his brain. He felt like he was free-falling as he fell into complete darkness.

December 3rd, 207 B.C. - The Battle Of Rainbows: this battle was between the vikings and the people of an unnamed city, the city won and declared it was a nation, naming itself for what it exported, The Rainbow Factory

200 Years Later

A boy that looked to be age seven smiled proudly at his city of glistening white marble, it was his capital city named RainbowOcinas (translation: rainbow of the sea) named for being on the coast. The boy wore a soft yellow shirt and light blue wool pants, he had light brown hair with a strange curl that was on the left side of his head, his eyes had all the colours of the rainbow in them in a swirled design.

"Rainbow Factory, teh lobi os lalcinh!" (translation: Rainbow Factory, the boss is calling!)

"Oyak, Shyla, Om mociki!" (translation: Okay, Shyla, I'm coming)

Veni ran along the slight coloured stone roads toward a tall woman with sparkling blue eyes and waist-length blonde hair. He looked up at her with a smile and she smiled back, holding her hand out toward him. Veni sighed, pouting, but took her hand as they began to walk down the road.

"Yov nokw mo vhale ot od hist, yov oludc gte iht yb ah katr" (translation: You know we have to do this, you could get hit by a cart")

Veni sighed, he knew this, but he was two hundred and since this was his capital he knew where everything was by heart, he didn't understand why someone still had to hold his hand when they walked through the streets. Veni and Shyla approached a large cream coloured brick building, Veni smiled at it, it was and would always be his home, even if he had to share it with the leader of his country otherwise known as his boss. Shyla opened the large, seven foot wooden doors, they swung open with a soft creak that Veni made a mental note to fix later.

Shyla lead the way, still holding onto Veni's hand speed walking up spiral marble stairs and through slight coloured hallways with many windows stopping at the door at that sat at the end of the hallway. To anyone else, the large wooden door would seem intimidating and downright scary, but to Veni it was just normal and I would go as far to say comforting. Shyla once again pushed the door open, letting go of Veni's hand, Veni wanted to open the door, but his skinny arms just flat-out said nope.

Veni ran into the room, a grin on his face as he saw his boss who scooped Veni up in his arms and hugged him.

"Yhe Veni, ohy rea yov?" (translation: Hey Veni, how are you?)

He just smiled in response as his boss set him down. A frown fell upon his bosses lips, making him look ten years older. Veni gave him a confused look, he didn't like the frown, it scared him.

"Leili yov knko htat om jutr ah munah nda om ngettig lod, oyuli vhae ah noet obss snoo" (translation: Well you know that I'm just a human and

I'm getting old, you'll have a new boss soon)

Veni looked at his boss, he hadn't really noticed that his boss's hair was white and his skin had wrinkles for days. Now he understood why his boss was always breathing so hard when they ran in the meadows and declined his offer to go climb the city walls like they always had. His lower lip trembled, he knew that his boss was close to death, he really liked him. He hated how short humans lives were, they were barely anything compared to a country like himself's lifespan that stretched over hundreds of years.

"Pluesa dolte ide" (translation: Please don't die)

His boss just sighed and shook his head before coughing, well it sounded more like he was hacking up a lung, but what really scared Veni was that he saw some blood splatter on the floor. Veni helped him back to his large bed with overly stuffed pillows and Chinese silk sheets. His boss flopped onto his bed while Shyla ushered Veni out of the room, calling for the doctor.

The doctor went inside, telling both of them to wait outside. Two hours later the doctor came out, his head hanging.

"I tifeg evyterinh I olcud, eh nigty mkeg ti, Osarcia Kengish os gede" (translation: I tried everything I could, he didn't make it, Osarcia Kengish is dead)

Veni's lower lip trembled before he burst into tears, collapsing and sobbing just as he had on the day The Rainbow Factory came to be. Shyla wrapped her arms around him, sinking to the floor, and cried with him.

Osarcia Kengish - The fifth ruler of The Rainbow Factory, took over all of what is now Italy and allowed The Rainbow Factory to grow stronger and better, died February 6th, 7 B.C.

Within three hours of crying, Rainbow stood up, he would not be referred to as Veni ever again, it would hurt too much. A scowl plastered itself to his face because seeming mad was better than showing the weakness of tears, right?

I know this is not the best way to end a chapter, it's a bit abrupt, but I really want to put this out here today. Also, I am going to delete the first The Tales Of A Rainbow, unless you want me to! Until next chapter! ~.3.~