Introduction
The world never saw a rainbow until long after most of the Gods on Olympus and the heroes of the land were tales told by grandmothers to the eager faces of their grandbabies looking through sparkling eyes looking at the old but still beautiful face of Chloe. Her strong but soft voice filled the quiet room aglow with the golden and orange light from the warm crackling fire at the hearth in the main room of the small but clean and welcoming house on the hill along the cliffs overlooking the Aegean Sea. Chloe loved telling these old tales ...