The Rainbow Court – A Free Kids’ eBook

"The Case of the Stolen Colors: The Rainbow Court"

In a magical world high above the clouds, where dreams floated like feathers and stars whispered bedtime lullabies, there lived a beautiful kingdom called Coloria — the Land of Colors. Coloria was not ruled by kings or queens. It was ruled by the seven colors of the rainbow — each with their own personality, their own power, and their own place

in the sky. Red was bold and brave, the leader of the group. Orange was warm and cheerful, always laughing. Yellow sparkled like sunshine, spreading joy. Green was calm, wise, and full of life. Blue was cool, quiet, and thoughtful. Indigo was mysterious and poetic. And Violet was soft, kind, and dreamy. Every evening, they would join hands and form a glowing arc across the sky — a rainbow —

to remind the world of hope, peace, and beauty. One afternoon, as raindrops faded and the sun peeked through the clouds, the colors gathered, ready to create the day’s rainbow. But something was wrong. “Where’s Yellow?” asked Red, glancing around. “And where’s Orange?” whispered Violet. The rainbow that appeared in the sky that day was strange. It looked pale and broken, as if someone had erased pieces of it. By

the next day, Green was gone too. And then, Red. One by one, the colors began disappearing from the sky. The humans below noticed it too. “Mom, why does the rainbow look so weird?” asked a little girl in a pink raincoat. “I don’t know, sweetie,” her mom replied, staring up, puzzled. “It’s missing colors.” The magical world of Coloria grew quiet, worried, and full of whispers. Deep inside his

glass tower made of sapphire crystals, Blue sat alone, watching the sky from his high window. He looked at his reflection in the pool below. Blue had always felt… invisible. Red was always cheered and celebrated. Yellow got all the attention. Green was known as the color of nature and life. And Blue? He was calm. Quiet. Often forgotten. “Why does nobody ever say, ‘Blue makes me feel brave’? Or

‘Blue brings the fun’?” he muttered to himself. So Blue did something unthinkable. Using his power over shade and mist, he quietly hid the other colors — not forever, just for a little while. “They’ll miss them,” he told himself. “And when I shine alone, they’ll finally see my beauty.” But things didn’t go as planned. Without Yellow, there was no sunshine in the rainbow. Without Green, trees below looked

duller. Without Red, love letters on Valentine’s Day looked pale. The world began to feel… grey. Even the other colors in Coloria — now trapped inside tiny crystal bubbles — felt weak and tired. “Why is Blue doing this?” whispered Violet, floating gently in her bubble. “I don’t know,” said Orange, “but it’s not like him.” Back in his tower, Blue looked out and frowned. People were sad. Flowers weren’t

blooming. Even the oceans — his own element — looked lifeless. “I only wanted to be seen…” Blue whispered. But it was too late. The sky was empty. The kingdom was silent. Red had always kept a secret — a magical courtroom hidden beneath the Great Rainbow Bridge. It was a sacred place where color disputes were handled fairly, with kindness and honesty. With the help of Indigo, who had

escaped the bubble by hiding in shadow, the trapped colors were released one by one. They all gathered in the Rainbow Court and sent a message to Blue: “We invite you to speak. Come with honesty. Come with heart.” Blue arrived slowly, his glow dim, his eyes full of regret. In the center of the court stood The Crystal Gavel, a symbol of truth. Red stepped forward. “Blue… did

you take us away?” There was a long silence. Then, Blue nodded. “Yes. I hid you. I was jealous. I was tired of being quiet and overlooked. I thought… maybe if I shined alone, people would finally care.” The courtroom remained silent. Then Green spoke gently. “You should’ve told us, Blue. We didn’t know you felt this way.” Orange added, “You’re not invisible. You’re peaceful, cool, calm. The world loves

you too — the ocean, the sky, even their favorite jeans!” Yellow laughed, “You’re the color of trust! Of open skies! Of freedom!” Blue looked up slowly. “Really?” Violet stepped forward and smiled, “Blue, without you… the rainbow is broken.” Blue felt a warmth he hadn’t felt in a long time. But he also knew something else. “I made a mistake,” he said. “I let my feelings become actions that

hurt others. I’m… sorry.” And then, something beautiful happened. The Crystal Gavel glowed. It only glowed when someone told the full truth with courage. Blue touched his chest and whispered, “I take responsibility. I will make things right.” Red stepped forward, placed a hand on Blue’s shoulder, and said, “Then let’s fix the rainbow. Together.” The seven colors floated high into the sky, each of them shining brighter than before

— not just with color, but with understanding. As they held hands and stretched across the clouds, a new kind of rainbow appeared. It was deeper. Richer. Fuller. People below gasped. They could feel something different in their hearts. It wasn’t just beautiful — it felt alive. Little children danced beneath it. Birds sang louder. Even raindrops seemed to sparkle. Blue stood in the middle, glowing like the sky after

a storm. He wasn’t just a background color anymore. He was a part of something bigger than himself. From that day forward, the Rainbow Court became more than a courtroom. It became a place for the colors to talk, share, and listen to one another. No feeling was too small. No voice was too quiet. And Blue? He became a voice for those who felt invisible — teaching them that

they mattered, too. He would often say to young cloud-sprites and color seeds: > “It’s okay to feel jealous. It’s okay to feel sad. But don’t let those feelings hurt others. Talk. Be honest. Take responsibility. That’s how we grow — just like the rainbow.” Now, every time a rainbow appears in the sky, it shines just a little longer. If you look closely, you might notice the Blue stripe

glows the brightest. Not because he wanted to be the best. But because he was brave enough to be honest. And honesty — even when it’s hard — is what makes the sky shine its truest colors.

The End