Wandering through the desolate celestial realm, Tyche's elation made her praise the grandeur of even the lifeless stars, and the ever-present threads of causality in her sight became endearing.
A radiance fell upon the small island, and the dryads and rainbow goddesses came to congratulate their chief deity on acquiring another powerful divine position. In a good mood, Tyche handed the golden-fleeced ram to her subordinate deities for safekeeping and smiled, dismissing them.
Passing through the increasingly wide lily fields, Tyche returned to the pool of her birth. Her divine power sensed the gestation of the Underworld Water divine position, and she once again "sheared" the wool of the origin.
The constantly emerging divine position mysteries made Tyche linger, engrossed. When one is focused on a single task, the passage of time becomes imperceptible. The origin gently awakened Tyche once more, and in her hands appeared the fully gestated Underworld Water divine position.
Regretting that there would be no more free benefits, Tyche looked down at the newly acquired divine position in her hands. The transparent Underworld Water divine spark shimmered with ripples, and just looking at it seemed to evoke the sound of cheerful flowing water. The Water Purification divine position approached the Underworld Water divine position absorbed into her divine fire, and the two echoed each other, their combined strength capable of supporting a medium divine power rank.
New divine power flowed through the earth, piercing the soil to form streams and springs that flowed throughout the island. The dryads drove the flocks to drink by the streams; watching over the rapidly increasing number of sheep had already occupied too much of their time. Tyche looked at the busy dryads, contemplating a solution. The nymphs born from the earth almost all had their own chief deities, and the small remaining portion was protected by the Earth Mother, making them difficult to approach.
"If only the Golden Humans hadn't gone extinct," Tyche murmured, and a sudden inspiration struck her. "That's right, Prometheus could create life, there's no reason I can't!"
Prometheus was only a minor deity when he created the Golden Humans. Although the soul divinity inherited from his father provided assistance, Tyche, already a medium divine power, was far stronger than Prometheus. As long as Prometheus provided divine power, creating life was not impossible!
The more Tyche thought about it, the more excited she became. She immediately contacted her avatar on Mount Othrys. The divine power of the water cycle formed the body of this avatar. A crown of ice and snow and a skirt of waves broke through the water's surface and slowly arrived. The dormant divine temple immediately emitted a blue-white radiance, welcoming the descent of its master.
Stepping onto the water, she descended the divine mountain. Prometheus, who had been pondering in the valley, was awakened by the cold divine power and rose in surprise to greet her. "Your Highness Tyche, it has been a long time."
The transparent figure bowed slightly, and her rough, rain-like voice made the seer pause. "Foreseeing Prometheus, please forgive my presumptuous visit."
Recovering his composure, Prometheus also shook his head with a smile. "Nimble Your Highness Tyche, your wisdom is no less than that of Metis. I welcome such a guest."
After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Tyche stated her purpose. "My attendants are so weary from caring for my ever-growing flock that I wish to create a group of dependents to share their work, and so I come to seek your counsel."
Prometheus readily agreed. "Merciful goddess, I am happy to provide assistance for this."
As he spoke, he took a ball of radiant divine power from the soil beneath his feet. Countless nascent consciousnesses drifted within the ball of light.
Taking this ball of soul divinity, Tyche thanked him solemnly. "Thank you for your generosity, Seer! You will be rewarded for this!"
The threads of fate connected with Prometheus. The seer sensed something and looked up in surprise at Tyche, whose eyes were shining. The mists of fate obscured the seer's vision. Prometheus remained silent for a long time, then suddenly tore off a strand of divinity and handed it to Tyche.
Tyche accepted this strand of divinity and placed it in a silver box made of ice and snow, storing it away. The surging divine power of fate smoothed out the subtle causal threads.
The two deities, understanding each other without words, turned and departed. On the island, Tyche's main body sat on the shore, receiving the ball of soul divinity handed to her by a transparent arm emerging from the water.
The avatar retracted its arm, and the divine power that formed its body dispersed, sealing the silver box deep within the divine temple.
Tyche played with the ball of divine power, using half of her climate divine power and half of her water cycle divine power to form strong female bodies. When a hundred bodies were created, Tyche gently blew away the soul divinity, and the lifeless bodies gained souls.
The naive maidens looked at the deity who had created them. The climate divine power endowed them with gray wings and sharp claws, while the water cycle divine power gave them fish-like torsos and beautiful singing voices. The two forms could be changed at will, greatly increasing their combat effectiveness.
Tyche looked down with satisfaction at this group of tall and beautiful beings and slowly said, "Your name is Siren, and your duty is to serve me as my attendants. Now, my creations, go and herd my sheep!"
The Sirens received their orders, spread their wings, and flew into the sky, driving the sheep on the ground. The dryads looked at this group of beautiful beings with curiosity and rejoiced at their liberation from herding work, singing praises of their chief deity's might.