Supper was some sort of soup. It tasted great, but I didn't have much of an appetite. Today was not the day for trying new and different foods. This was a day for meeting old friends and having great adventures.

And, as you may already know, I have a thirst for adventure that can never be quenched. So, now was the time for one.

From the moment I saw them, I'd been itching to go see and explore Redmont's streets. They were so full of commotion and busy. Just the kind of place I loved.

I slipped off from the table without anyone noticing me. Scratch that. Just before I left, Will glanced up at me. He raised his eyebrows.

I mouthed bathroom. But he must of seen just a flicker of guilt fly across my face because his eyebrows went even higher. Just before I walked out the door, I saw him rise from his seat and head towards the door I had just went through.

I quickened my pace, nervous. I really didn't feel like getting into trouble today. I heard footsteps coming closer. I came to the door, and opened quick. The guards outside asked me where I was going.

"Just for a breath of fresh air," I replied, my eyes darting behind me, seeing if Will had caught up to me yet. The guard studied me for a few seconds, then said gruffly, "Fine. But come back soon." I nodded. The footsteps were getting louder, and quicker. "Thanks!"

I sprinted off, and glanced over my shoulder. Fudge! He was closer, much closer, and was racing after me. I thanked god for my long legs. But even then, Will was gaining.

I cut around a corner and slipped into a fabric shop. I pretended to be an ordinary customer, looking at all colors and textures of fabrics. But, with my foreign clothes, that was quite hard. I was getting looks from all over the store.

The shopkeeper came up to me. What kind of fabric is that? He pointed to my jeans. I had also took a change of clothes with me through the portal.

"Umm.." I muttered. "Oh, gosh, I must leave. I have an.. Er, appointment!" I raced out of the shop, and slowed. Then I looked around. Will wasn't anywhere to be seen.

I breathed a sigh of relief. Then, I spotted the best place for adventure. The local inn. Most men would probably be heading there for a drink right about now.

I was just about to reach my hand out for the door handle when Will melted right out of the shadows. I cursed. "Don't do that!" I hissed.

"What are you doing here?" he replied. I glared. "Looking for adventure. What about you?" He smiled. "Why am I here? Well, I was here to ask you if I could join you." A smile spread over my face. "I don't know. But I suppose I don't have a choice." I grinned, winking.

"Yes, I suppose you don't." we both grinned even wider. "Well, since I don't have a choice, I better let you come. Now lets go!"

I opened the door and laughter, voices, and the smell of food hit me. We stepped inside, and took a table.

A waitress came up to us. "What would you like?" she asked nervously. "Two coffees." Will said. I frowned. "I don't like coffee." he smiled. "Just try it." I huffed. "Fine."

She came back with two steaming mugs. We sipped coffee and chatted until.. A problem showed up.

We were drinking when, two boys twice the size of me and even more than that for Will came lumbering up to us. They had obviously had a cup or two of drink. You could tell from their slurred speech, and the way their eyelids drooped.

"Well, missy, don't you think you're a bit young for this here bar?" the larger one mumbled. Will drew his knife. "Don't, Will." I said calmly. "If they want a fight, they'll get one."

They laughed. "Little girly here's going to beat us up!" the other one slurred. "I am soo scared!" they chuckled once again. The whole inn had gone quiet.

"And she's going to get help from her little midget friend, the oh so scary ranger apprentice!" I rose from my chair. "Well, actually having a brain is better than being a big, hairy idiot, who doesn't know when to close that big yapper of his!"

They stopped for a moment, trying to find a comeback. Then they did find one. "Well at least I'm not a small, helpless, sissy little girl!" croaked the larger one.

My eyes flared. One thing I hate, hate, hate is being called a helpless little girl. In stories, its always guys who are heroes. But its not true. Girls accomplished so much, no one just even bothers to mention them.

Will saw my eyes. "Big mistake, boys." he murmured. "Aw, the sissy girls going to hurt us! Help! Help!" the goons roared with laughter.

I stood up, cracked my knuckles, then said, "Lets dance, shall we?" They stood up, ready. "This should be easy." murmured one of them. You don't know how wrong he was. "Will? Would you take care of idiot # 2 for me? It'd be a real help." I asked.

Will stood up. "It would be an honor." he replied.

I started off with a simple punch to the chin. It was frail and weak. Exactly how I wanted it to be. I would let everyone think I really was a sissy, then I would really show them what I could do.

I kicked him in the shins. He laughed. "That all you got?" After a few more pathetic punches, I showed them what I really was made of.

I whipped out my paints and paintbrushes from my pocket, and flicked the paints open. He guffawed. "She's going to paint me to death!" I smirked. "That's exactly what I'm going to do."

I dabbed the paintbrush in orange and rammed into his side, painting his ear orange. He recovered and smacked me on the forehead. I stumbled around a bit and then he kicked me in the shins. I recovered and then, I punched him in the stomach, hard. He gasped for air. I painted his fore head red in a flick of the brush.

A blow to the nose, and I swished my brush with yellow. He slapped me across the cheek. His neck got covered in the bright color. By now, everyone was watching in awe. Even Will, who had finished the other one off.

On and on I went, painting the main parts of his body a specific color. And on and on I got minor injuries and boo boos. I ended it with a quick flick of my wrist. The paints and paintbrush went back into my pocket and the boy crashed to the ground, unconscious from a blow to his head.

I bowed. "Ladies and gentlemen, I give you, my latest master piece, the rainbow fool." For the boy was covered in all the colors of the rainbow, all in order. He looked like a rainbow. That's right. When I'm fighting dumb boys and in the face of danger, I paint a rainbow.

Everyone clapped and cheered. We slipped outside, laughing. "A rainbow? I can't believe it. You served up justice with rainbows?" Will giggled.

I beamed and nodded. Then, about a couple of feet to my left, I heard voices. I heard and saw what happened. A boy was bullying a young girl who was ten, twelve.

I walked up to him. He stared. "Get out of here, fool!" Then he saw me pulling out my paints and brush. He paled. "You're not the rainbow stranger, are you?" He quickly skirted away.

I raised an eyebrow. "How on earth did word spread so fast?" Will shrugged. "That's what they're calling you? The rainbow stranger?" he smirked.

I looked offended. "Well, I did paint the rainbow, and I am a stranger. The name sounds pretty cool."

Will snickered. "it sure is."

Yup, that's me.

The rainbow stranger.