Time passed swiftly, and the quiet, uneventful days changed everything around them.
The boy Kannaos had grown into a handsome youth. Thanks to Helios's full tutelage, the fully grown Kannaos had recently obtained the divine office of the hunt. Under Tyche's guardianship, he smoothly became a demigod and could now be addressed as Your Highness.
The grown Kannaos developed his own hobbies. Besides guiding the sun chariot during the day, he would often roam the forests and grasslands at night to hunt. For this hobby, he even tamed a pack of wolves as his attendants. Kannaos, who was particularly fond of these cunning hunters, did not hesitate to make the wolves his sacred beasts.
Tyche's handmaidens, who had previously doted on Kannaos, now avoided him, fearing his association with the wolf pack. The nymphs' flocks of sheep were attacked by the wolves more times than could be counted. Unable to bear it any longer, the nymphs finally could not contain their anger and demanded Tyche prohibit the wolves from coming to the island.
Kannaos repeatedly assured the nymphs that he would restrain the wolves' behavior and prevent them from hunting the sheep, thus earning the nymphs' forgiveness.
The linden nymph Philura even sought the aid of the Furies for this matter. The Furies, having nothing to do, readily agreed to Philura's request and helped the nymphs guard the sheep.
How could the cunning wolves stand against the Furies? After suffering a few setbacks, they wisely retreated to the water fir forest, daring not to offend the handmaidens' sheep again.
Ultimately, Tyche intervened. As the island's sheep population grew steadily after a long period of breeding, the nymphs, with the help of the Sirens, were overwhelmed. Apart from the precious golden-fleeced sheep, Tyche entrusted the management of all other livestock on the island to Kannaos. The wolves were responsible for herding the cattle and sheep daily. In return, they received their due sustenance. This arrangement finally brought peace.
Unlike the lively chaos on the island, Tyche felt quite dejected. The wealth divine office she was consolidating had not made significant progress. Unable to find the reason, Tyche had no choice but to temporarily abandon it.
The wool produced by the golden-fleeced sheep had already filled the temple's storerooms. Tyche, with nothing else to do, had a sudden whim to weave some fabrics from the golden wool to give to her mother and sisters.
With the help of the rainbow goddesses, the weaving work made considerable progress, and Kannaos had already changed into his third golden robe.
The busy weaving quickly passed the time, until the arrival of Astraea interrupted Tyche's work.
The starry night goddess, having recovered from her weakness, descended from the sky with a smile. Tyche, who governed the sky, naturally did not miss the sight of her friend. The mist on the Invisible Island, rarely dispersed, parted, and a rainbow bridge extended from the island to welcome the starry night goddess.
Astraea followed the rainbow bridge to the temple. The two goddesses, who had not seen each other for some time, embraced intimately, pouring out their longing for each other.
Tyche, with her friend's arm linked, showed her her creations, selecting a black and gold palla to gift to Astraea. This palla was specially prepared by Tyche for Astraea. The golden wool was woven into a net mixed with the night, and the mist's divine power imbued it with a hazy beauty, making it most suitable for the starry sky.
Astraea was indeed very pleased with the palla and accepted it without hesitation.
The two goddesses strolled through the lily patches. Tyche took a small sip of the nectar in her cup, nodded with satisfaction, and softly asked, "My dear friend, why do you have time to visit my domain today?"
The starry night goddess downed the nectar in her cup and, with a flushed face, lowered her voice, "Do you know? The Queen of the Gods has conceived a new god in her womb."
Tyche's movements paused, and she asked with great interest, "What was our King of the Gods' reaction?"
"That's the strange part," Astraea's expression was full of confusion. "Both the King and Queen of the Gods reacted very calmly, as if they didn't care at all."
"The previous two goddesses born were swallowed by the King of the Gods. I still vividly remember the Queen of the Gods' fury. All the gods said that Hera's presence had reconciled the two chief deities, but no one mentioned that the goddess of marriage has not appeared before the gods for a long time!"
Astraea's implication was profound, and Tyche naturally understood. They exchanged knowing glances, their expressions on their faces quite meaningful.
The starry night goddess's expression shifted several times. With a sigh, she changed the heavy topic.
"After learning of Rhea's current pregnancy, Mother began to avoid the Queen of the Gods. I have a premonition that this child might not be a goddess. The storm is coming."
Astraea frowned deeply, worried about the impending turmoil.
Tyche fiddled with the threads of fate in her fingers. Her eyes, shining with white light, followed the causal line connected to Rhea and saw the newborn deity.
The slumbering black-haired deity sensed Tyche's scrutiny and opened her golden eyes. The goddess was surprised to discover that this future King of the Underworld, the Lord of Guests, possessed the divine office of wealth!
Emerging from the river of fate, Tyche, regaining her senses, thoughtfully played with the lily stamens and said to her concerned friend, "The revelation of fate is not mistaken. We are about to welcome the King of the Gods' eldest son."
Both goddesses of fate knew what fate awaited the King of the Gods' eldest son, and they lamented his plight with compassion.
With a heavy heart, Astraea bid farewell to her friend and returned to the sky. This impending war would sweep across the entire world. In this war, which held both disaster and opportunity, how to proceed was a matter for every deity to consider. With her newfound attachments, the starry night goddess could no longer be as carefree as before.
Looking at the illusory wealth divine office in her hand, Tyche hesitated for a moment before deciding to wait for the opportune moment to obtain it. Hades, destined to be swallowed by his father, would not need this divine office for the time being. At worst, after obtaining the domain of luck, she could return the wealth divine office to Hades, considering it as owing him a favor.
Life on the Invisible Island was peaceful and uneventful. The subordinate gods and handmaidens, each attending to their duties, allowed Tyche to live a leisurely and free life.
Until one day, Iris, who had delivered a gift to the sea's ancient grandmother Tethys, returned in a hurry, bringing Tethys's instructions to the chief deity.
Clymene, the goddess of fame, brought a request from Iapetus, the god of the soul, hoping to visit the sky goddess and obtain Tyche's permission.
Tyche was very curious about this sister she had never met, and with Tethys's influence, she naturally would not refuse.
Iris once again ventured into the depths of the sea and conveyed Tyche's goodwill to her aunt Clymene, who had been waiting for a long time.
Soon after, led by Iris, Clymene and Iapetus arrived at the Invisible Island. Tyche had the Furies apprehend Kannaos, who was trying to sneak out for a hunt, and had the wind gods lead the subordinate gods to welcome the visiting guests on the beach.
Philura directed the tree nymphs to busy themselves in the temple. Various nectars and immortal delicacies were served, welcoming the chief god Iapetus with the highest honors.