
The sky had just cleared after a heavy downpour, and Jimmy's heart raced as he spotted the shimmering rainbow arching across the horizon. He remembered the stories his grandmother told him about leprechauns hiding their gold at the end of the rainbow. Determined to find it, he set off running down the road, his feet splashing through the puddles left by the rain.
His heart pounded, not from fear but excitement—he felt closer to his grandmother with every step. He had lost her months ago and hadn't been able to shake the grief since. As he rounded a corner, a car came speeding down the road. Jimmy barely saw it before it hit him. But somehow, he was fine. He shook himself off, more puzzled than hurt, and continued running.
The air felt lighter the further he went, almost magical. Soon, Jimmy found himself in a strange forest, where the trees were taller than skyscrapers, their leaves glowing with hues of emerald and gold. Here, he met his first new friend—a small unicorn named Aria. Aria had been hurt, her horn cracked from a fall, but Jimmy managed to help her heal. In return, she agreed to guide him through the forest.
As they traveled, they came across many fantastical creatures: a kind dragon named Thalor who had lost his fire, and an eagle named Zephyr who couldn’t fly because of a damaged wing. Jimmy, with Aria’s help, found ways to assist them all—mending Thalor’s fire by leading him to a cave of glowing embers, and helping Zephyr fly again by carrying him to the highest peak. With every act of kindness, Jimmy felt lighter, as if his grief was slowly lifting.
As Jimmy journeyed closer to the rainbow’s end, he came upon two peculiar creatures—leprechauns named Finn and Seamus. Unlike the mischievous leprechauns from his grandmother’s stories, these two were friendly and grateful. They had been cursed to wander without purpose until someone like Jimmy helped them break the spell by showing kindness to others.
Finn and Seamus became his companions, sharing their wit and wisdom, making Jimmy laugh for the first time in what felt like years. "Laughter is its own treasure," Seamus would often say, and Jimmy found that the weight of his grief over his grandmother started to feel lighter with their company.
Their journey wasn’t without challenges. As they neared the end of the rainbow, a powerful storm blocked their path, and the ground itself seemed to fight against them. Each obstacle mirrored the emotional battles Jimmy had faced after his grandmother's passing. But with the support of his new friends—Aria, Thalor, Zephyr, Finn, and Seamus—he found the strength to push through. In helping them overcome their own struggles, Jimmy realized he was also learning to heal.
Finally, they reached the end of the rainbow, a glistening spot on a hilltop bathed in radiant light. Jimmy dug into the soft earth, his heart pounding with anticipation. But when he uncovered the pot, it was empty. He stared, confused and heartbroken. He had come all this way to make a wish—to bring his grandmother back—and there was nothing.
Suddenly, his friends—Aria, Thalor, Zephyr, Finn, and Seamus—gathered around him, their faces warm but sad. With a soft push, they helped Jimmy into the pot. He felt a strange sensation, as if the world was swirling around him. Everything went dark.
When Jimmy opened his eyes again, he wasn’t at the end of the rainbow. He was in a hospital room, surrounded by his family. Tears filled their eyes as they realized he had woken up. He had been in a coma for three years, the result of a car accident on that rainy day when he’d chased the rainbow.
Jimmy remembered the journey vividly, though he now knew it had all been in his mind. His grandmother's stories about the leprechaun's treasure had stayed with him even in his dream, and in some way, they had helped him through the grief he hadn’t been able to express while unconscious.
The doctor called it a miracle, but Jimmy smiled. He knew the treasure he’d found wasn’t gold—it was the friends he had made and the healing he had undergone during his journey. Even though the rainbow had ended, the wish he had made was fulfilled in a different way.
About the Creator
Kilo
Hi there,
I am Kilo, I write stories which weaves tales of darkness and dread, exploring the eerie corners of existence. Known for crafting stories that linger in the mind.
My writing area generally revolves around "Horror & Friction"



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