Once, there was a beautiful goddess named Iris. Iris was the goddess of the rainbow. Every time it rained when the sun was out, Iris would fly her multicolored chariot across the sky, filling it with a dazzling array of colors. Though Iris was also one of Hera's constant attendants, she was really lonely. She had longed for a friend to talk to and share secrets with, someone who wasn't as egotistical as most of her fellow Olympians. Little did she know how soon she would find that person.
Meanwhile, on Earth, there was a beautiful mortal maiden named Opalia, who was a tall, slim girl with waist-length, curly red hair, and an hourglass figure with curves in all the right places. Her heavily-lidded eyes, though, were the most striking of her features. The pupils of her eyes were compromised of not just one, but many colors swirled together, like the rainbow. Because of her notorious beauty, many desired her as theirwife, but she would have no one, though she had led many on. Her parents begged for her to choose one, but she had scoffed and replied, "I WILL not mate with someone I do not love. These men just want me for my beauty and my curvaceous figure. They don't care about my intellect or personality. Until I find someone that does, I will continue to reject suitors," and she had prayed to Artemis, the protector of unmarried women, to protect her from the wrath of her suitors. Now, despite that Opalia had many so-called 'friends', who were actually jealous of her beauty, she was very lonely. She longed for someone with whom to confide her darkest secrets, someone who would understand her. What she didn't know is that she would soon meet someone who would change her world in those ways.