Prologue
She loved rainbows. After the rain they smelled so good and looked so pretty, she loved to float through them and experience the sensations; bright colors and beautiful scents.
She had been floating aimlessly, no place to go and nothing to do; waiting and yearning for more. Waiting for what was meant to be. Yearning to help.
As she passed through a rainbow she felt a tingle and knew. She didn't know how she knew, but she did. With a small smile and a roll through the colors, she prepared herself. There were things to do, preparations to make.
The time had come. The call had come.