Someone stole the Rainbow’s End and now all of Eregon is a barren desert. Summoned by the King, eleven-year-old Wilby must journey to the land of Neer’stazone to rescue her land before it is too late. She must seek the favor from the Throne of the Almighty to return the Rainbow’s End without getting caught. Can she do it?
Written as a bed-time story, this wonderful, inspiring story invites readers to finish each chapter and find out what is coming next. Designed especially for reading together with children and grandchildren, The Rainbow Chronicles will touch your heart and be hard to put down. Journey along with Wilby and discover how doing little, loving things helped to change everything to make a world of positive difference. Are you ready to begin your life adventure?
Dave Pipitone is an excellent story teller, freeing imagination of all readers to soar with possibility. He is the president of Transforming Life Products, a purpose-driven company devoted to helping people live better for God’s glory. As a successful, professional networker and communicator, he has written numerous reflections and materials provoking deep questions and answers about life’s meaning. Dave lives in Streamwood, Illinois with his family.
Wilby woke at morning’s light with the dream still vivid in her mind. She stretched her arms and legs. She was hungry and thirsty. She rummaged in her pack and pulled out the last of the bread Jahaamaa had given. She munched on the loaf, savoring the last morsel. She squeezed the dew from the leaves of a nearby bush into her hand and lapped up the water. Then, she began to climb the stony path. After about an hour, she came to a junction in the path. One side led west; the other east. Both paths disappeared around the mountainside. Both paths looked inviting. Wilby was stumped. Which way?
After a short time, something like a small light seemed to flicker farther up among the rocks of the eastern path. Wilby clambered to the spot. It was a small bush, with silver leaves that were curling in the breeze. The path appeared to move across the mountain to a ridge. Wilby continued the climb and reached the ridge. She crept along the ridge as it became narrower and narrower. Finally, the ridge broadened to a small flat area about two feet square. At the edge, was a sheer drop-off. Ten feet away, the path continued. A sheer chimney of rock was above her. There was no other way to go.
Jump! JUMP! Wilby’s thoughts screamed at her. But out loud, she said, “Are you crazy? There’s no way to jump across this chasm.”
JUMP! J - U - M - P!! More insistent it became. Wilby remembered the Seer’s words: listen to what’s inside you. “But should I jump or not? Ten feet is too far; I might make six feet. This really could be the end of the journey.” Wilby stretched her legs and tried to clear her mind. “If I’m meant to reach the Rainbow’s End, there will be a way to do this,” she said. She searched again but found no other way. Jump, Wilby. That sounded like Jahaamaa’s voice. Just jump.
Wilby shivered with fear. Then, she remembered how she would skip between rocks in Hdora. As a child, she would place the rocks farther apart when she would land on them, to stretch her jumping ability. She drew back against the mountain wall, relaxing her muscles. She crouched into a jumping position. With a loud yell, she took a step and leapt toward the path. A blast of wind rocketed down the chimney and ricocheted from the platform. It caught Wilby mid-air and propelled her over the chasm. Wilby landed six feet from the edge in the middle of the path. After she regained her breath, Wilby scrambled up the path toward the mountaintop. As she got closer, the clouds surrounding the peak engulfed her. She could only see enough of the path to take one step, one step. One step. One step. One step. She continued at this slow, unknowing pace.
After a long while, she reached the top of the Great Mountain. The wind began to blow, swirling the clouds around Wilby. The clouds became lighter, and patches of blue sky appeared. Soon, the clouds had retreated toward the sky, and Wilby could see all the surrounding countryside. There were farms and roads. There was the Great River and the forests of Neer’stazone. There were even more mountains far off toward the north. There were towns, too. The palaces of Eregon and Neer’stazone were like little dots on the landscape. There are no divisions in the land. The only walls were built by people . “Everything is part of one land,” she exclaimed.