The Official Codex of Iridia
Queen of Rainbows · Keeper of the Prism Crown · Beloved of All Colours
& King Pain — Wielder of Aura · Her King · Her Calm in the Storm
Chapter I
Long before the first sunrise painted the sky, the seven ancient Colour Spirits wept together over a world lost in grey. Their tears fell from the heavens and merged into a single glowing pool at the heart of the world — and from that pool, Zaya was born.
She arrived not with thunder or earthquakes, but with laughter — and the moment she laughed, every flower in the world bloomed at once. The Colour Spirits looked upon her and smiled, for they knew she was the one destined to carry all seven colours within her heart.
She was raised in the floating gardens of Iridian Peak, the highest cloud in all the Rainbow Kingdom, where she learned to weave colour from thin air and speak to the wind. By the time she was old enough to hold a crown, the crown had already chosen her.
Chapter II
Iridia is a vast magical realm that exists just beyond the edge of every rainbow. To reach it, one must step through the arch of a rainbow at the exact moment the rain stops — a secret only Zaya's closest friends know.
The kingdom is divided into seven territories, each governed by the power of one colour and tended to by Zaya's most trusted guardians.
Volcanic mountains forged from courage. Home to warrior guardians and eternal bonfires.
Ancient forests full of healing fruit. Healers and herbalists dwell here in peace.
Endless sunlit fields where joy grows like wheat. The happiest place in all of Iridia.
A living jungle that grows a foot taller every night. Creatures of all kinds call it home.
Crystal-blue waters that hold the kingdom's deepest secrets and oldest magic.
Zaya's palace — a tower of swirling violet crystal that pierces the clouds above.
Chapter III
Zaya's power is channelled through The Prism Crown — an ancient relic forged by the seven Colour Spirits at the beginning of time. It is said to hold a fragment of every rainbow that has ever existed.
Carved from a single crystal that fell from the first rainbow, the Crown glows a different colour depending on Zaya's mood — violet when she's dreaming, gold when she's joyful, red when she's fighting. It cannot be stolen, for it only answers to a heart that holds all colours with equal love. When Zaya removes it, a rainbow remains floating where it sat.
Chapter IV
Zaya never rules alone. She is surrounded by loyal friends, magical creatures, and brave companions who would follow her rainbow to the ends of the earth.
Chapter V
Serious. Unbreakable. Feared by thousands — yet completely powerless against one single laugh from Zaya. Pain is the most formidable king in all the known realms, a warrior born of pure aura energy, wrapped in gold armour and a crimson cape that billows like a battle flag. He carries two katanas on his back and has never once needed to ask for help — until he met her.
Pain was not born into royalty — he earned it. He rose from nothing, fighting battle after battle with nothing but his aura and his iron will, until every kingdom that faced him either bowed or burned. He built his throne from the silence of his enemies and ruled with cold, quiet authority. His face bears a cross mark — a scar from his very first battle, worn proudly ever since.
He has no interest in charm or celebration. He speaks only when necessary. His soldiers fear him, his enemies respect him, and strangers cross the street to avoid his gaze. But those who truly know him — all two of them — know that beneath the armour is someone who simply never learned that the world could be warm.
Then came Pain's War — and everything changed.
Pain's War was the most brutal conflict the outer realms had ever seen.
Pain had declared war on the three kingdoms that bordered his Iron Throne,
sweeping across the land with his aura like a tidal wave — unstoppable, silent, and total.
Iridia was not his target. But its borders sat in the path of his advance.
Zaya rode out to meet him — not with an army, but alone, standing in the middle of the battlefield
in her rainbow dress with her Prism Crown glowing violet.
Pain stopped his entire army with one raised fist, staring at her like she was the strangest thing
he had ever seen in his life. He demanded she move.
She said: "Not until you tell me why you're so sad."
No one had ever said that to him. Not once. His aura flickered.
For the first time in his life, the great King Pain had absolutely nothing to say.
The war ended that day. Nobody quite knows what they talked about for the next six hours
sitting on that battlefield — but when they stood up, Pain had agreed to a permanent peace with Iridia.
He came back the next day. And the day after that.
Within a year, he asked Zaya to make him her king — and she said yes before he finished the sentence.
Pain's power is pure aura — an invisible but devastating force that radiates from his body in waves of crushing energy. He can harden it into armour, blast it outward like a shockwave, or focus it to a single point sharp enough to split stone. When fully unleashed, his aura turns gold — the same gold as his crown — and the air around him hums like a struck bell. Around Zaya, his aura dims to a soft warm glow. She is the only one who has ever made it gentle.
Chapter V
Not everyone loves colour. There are forces in the world that seek to drain Iridia of its light — and Zaya stands between them and everything she loves.
Chapter VI
Chapter VII
Carved into the walls of Violet Spire in the handwriting of all seven Colour Spirits, the ancient prophecy reads:
When grey swallows the final star, and laughter fades from kingdoms far, one born of seven tears and light shall paint the dark with colour bright. She will not fight with blade or war — but love the world back to its core. And every rainbow, every hue, will live because her heart stayed true. — The Colour Spirits, inscribed at the beginning of time