The power of the water cycle permeated the earth and sky, strengthening the primordial power of water. The world's will turned its unprecedented attention to Tyche. To express its favor, it caused lilies, which Tyche loved, to sprout by all water sources. From then on, lilies became Tyche's sacred flower, not to be casually plucked by nymphs.
As the power of the water cycle seeped into the earth, Tyche keenly sensed the divine office of groundwater emerging. Once the divine office's power was fully nurtured, Tyche would be able to grasp it.
Ascending to the status of a lesser deity was a long process. The primordial power stimulated her divinity and divine nature, making them more perfect with each passing moment. When her divinity was truly polished to flawless perfection, the gate to great divinity would crack open. Subsequently, with the passage of time and diligent effort, she could reach the pinnacle of the gods.
Becoming a lesser deity, Tyche soared into the sky and cried out in excitement. Her connection with the world's origin allowed her to receive divine power replenishment at any time, eliminating any possibility of her divine power being exhausted. Mount Othrys, the sacred mountain, called out to Tyche. Ice and snow adorned the white marble columns, and clear springs gushed forth ceaselessly, replacing earth and stone to erect her temple. A temple upon the water thus appeared.
Upon a throne adorned with rain, snow, clouds, and mist, a blue radiance ignited, and Tyche instantly appeared within the temple. This signified that from then on, Tyche possessed the right to vote and propose in the assemblies of the gods, and could exercise her sovereignty within this temple. Leaving behind a divine incarnation, Tyche, without any lingering attachment, returned to the island in the sea realm.
In the days that followed, various deities sent congratulations and invitations to the newly ascended lesser deity. Tyche politely declined the banquet invitations and thanked them for their diplomatic congratulations, choosing to live a reclusive life on her island shrouded in mist. Apart from fulfilling her divine duties by altering the climate, the idle Tyche lived contentedly, dedicating the remaining time each day to familiarizing herself with her newly acquired divine powers.
The lives of deities were so solitary. Time flowed over them, bringing only ever-deepening loneliness. With her safety needs met, Tyche did her best to maintain her weary humanity. She ultimately could not disregard propriety and shame. Her increasingly hollow heart could no longer be satisfied by jewels and fine clothing.
Influenced by curiosity and a desire for exploration, Tyche ventured out of her mist-shrouded territory, embarking on a journey to explore the world.
Transforming into clouds, Tyche drifted aimlessly through the sky, observing everything within her sight. From the endless ocean in the far north to the dense mountain ranges in the east, Tyche discovered unique beauty in each. Tyche wandered through the misty forests shrouded in morning fog, sunlight filtering through the gaps in the leaves, casting beautiful beams of light. The tree nymphs in the forest gazed curiously at this unknown goddess, yearning to embrace the moist mist. They were born from the blood of the Sky God that spilled onto the earth. Unlike the Furies who shared the same origin, their fragile bodies forced them to seek refuge in the embrace of nature, blending into the trees to conceal themselves from greedy eyes. Some of them existed as regional forest goddesses.
Looking at the beautiful tree nymphs before her, Tyche asked gently, "I am the goddess of climate, the mistress of the water cycle. Beautiful nymphs, my island requires attendants. Is there anyone willing to come with me?" The divine power of rain and mist easily won the favor of the tree nymphs. They rejoiced at the goddess's arrival and sang in unison, "Mistress of rain and mist who soothes the earth and forests, we offer our gratitude for your arrival. As long as you protect us from being taken by the greedy, we are happy to accept your protection."
Sighing once more at the plight of goddesses in this unprincipled world, Tyche nodded firmly, accepting the fealty of the tree nymphs. She spread her cloud-and-mist robes to envelop the nymphs' companion trees. Tyche, ending her unexpected journey, returned to her island. After settling the tree nymphs, Tyche returned to the moonlit pool. Under the influence of her divine power, lilies flourished, blooming eternally and forming a dense sea of flowers. With the mistress's permission, the tree nymphs presented her with a crown of white lilies. Their rich fragrance delighted Tyche, and she accepted and placed it upon her head.
Watching the tree nymphs play carefree in the flower bushes, Tyche, seized by a whim, began to reshape the island. The island and the nearby sea were all Tyche's territory. Tyche commanded the land to rise, expanding the island's area. She brought snow and ice to the newly formed mountain peaks, creating ski resorts. The cold air at the mountaintops condensed into cold mist, flowing naturally down the slopes, only to be dispersed by the warm sea breeze at the mountainside.
The tree nymphs each performed their duties, sending the island's harvest to be frozen in the mountaintop snow, picking ripe fruits to make wine, and periodically visiting the temple to adjust furniture placement. They even began herding a flock of cattle and sheep, a gift from a certain deity. Tyche was completely spoiled by the tree nymphs, spending her days nestled in the temple, living a life where everything was taken care of for her.
The decadent days passed quickly. Tyche didn't know how long she had spent in this gentle paradise. One day, dolphins delivered news from the Sea Goddess. Reluctantly, Tyche emerged from the temple, reaching out to caress the dolphin messenger. Tethys's voice reached her ears.