The stars of the celestial realm were surrounded by beautiful halos, and Tyche wandered aimlessly upon them. The gift for Astraea had been delivered by Tethys, and Astraea's ascension had reached a critical point. For safety, no deity could see her until the ascension was complete.
Guided by her divine intuition of fate, Tyche arrived in the eastern mountains. A faint thread of cause and effect connected Tyche to another deity. In the depths of destiny, the origin of heat and the origin of cold were drawn to each other.
Selene, riding in her chariot, arrived quietly and said joyfully, "Your Highness Tyche, welcome to the Temple of Radiance."
Tyche was momentarily stunned. Looking at the majestic temple where light eternally shone not far away, she realized she had arrived in the domain of Theia, the Goddess of Radiance, and Hyperion, the God of Light. She quickly replied, "Your Highness Selene, I followed the guidance of Your Highness Phoebe here. Please allow me to pay my respects to the two ancestral gods of light."
Selene smiled and said, "The oracle of the goddess of prophecy cannot be missed. Come with me."
The two goddesses passed through the dazzling radiance and entered the temple. A beautiful golden-haired goddess spread her radiant wings to welcome them.
"Greetings, radiant grandmother," Tyche said, bowing. Selene came to her mother's side and smiled as she introduced Tyche, "Mother, look, the pearl of the sea has come before you."
Theia's majestic voice echoed through the temple, "My brother and sister are truly fortunate; they have the most children among us. Metis, the wise; Eurynome, the powerful; Tethys, of the icy seas. And now, you—Tyche, goddess of climate and water. Four deities of middle power. The lineage of the sea is truly growing strong."
Tyche accepted the praise without reservation and replied with a smile, flattering, "Your Highness Theia, your children are also very outstanding. Helios and Selene are the first among the second generation of Titans to ascend to middle power. Eos, the goddess of dawn, is also a leader among the minor deities, and her duty of opening the gates of the heavens earns her great respect."
Theia smiled with satisfaction. The majesty in her voice receded, and she said kindly, "I already know why my far-sighted sister Phoebe guided you here. Stay with me until nightfall."
Tyche and Selene exchanged glances and nodded in agreement. Then, a pure white throne rose in the temple, and Theia gestured for Tyche to sit on it.
Tyche, not understanding, sat on the throne. The divine power of her aurora divinity was drawn by the origin of light, and an aurora flew out, dancing in the temple.
Theia stopped Tyche from trying to recall the aurora and soothed her, "The origin of radiance is controlled by me, and the power of light will be drawn to me involuntarily."
Tyche felt somewhat embarrassed. Using divine power in the temple of a powerful deity without permission was a very impolite act. However, Theia did not mind this minor incident. Instead, she began to expound upon the mysteries of the power of radiance to Tyche.
Tyche quickly put aside her distracting thoughts and listened intently to Theia's teachings. For a time, the three goddesses enjoyed each other's company.
The harmonious atmosphere in the temple was disrupted by a newcomer. Eos, the golden-haired goddess of dawn, reminded her sister, "My sister Selene, Leto has been waiting for a long time."
The moon goddess bid farewell to Tyche and hurried away in her chariot towards the night sky shrouded by Leto.
The goddess of dawn looked curiously at the guest in the temple and said kindly, "Your Highness Tyche, I have heard of you for a long time." With her rosy fingertips, she parted the magnificent aurora and soon wove it into a set of reins.
Tyche marveled at her exquisite craftsmanship, saying, "Eos of the dawn, your skill amazes me. You should be the goddess of handicrafts."
Eos smiled shyly and said softly, "I only know how to weave reins to harness the chariots of my brother and sister. Your creations are far more exquisite than mine."
After speaking, she said to Theia, "My brother is cleaning the mane of the sun god's horse and will come to meet our guest shortly."
After receiving her mother's nod, she bowed to Tyche before turning to leave.
Tyche gazed at Eos's retreating back, lost in thought. The pressure from her outstanding siblings had crushed her dignity. She was not a subordinate or a vassal deity of Helios and Selene, and she did not need to humble herself to do menial tasks like harnessing chariots in front of them. That was the responsibility of a servant.
Looking at Theia, who seemed to think this was all as it should be, Tyche couldn't help but feel fortunate in her heart to have been born in the sea realm. Tethys was a rare gentle mother. Although Oceanus and his children rarely met, they were willing to sacrifice their origins for their daughters. They were considered very good parents among the deities.
The radiance of the sun entered the temple, bringing a wave of scorching warmth. Tyche looked at the tall sun god and couldn't help but recall the teasing of her friend Astraea. The meteor goddess had likely foreseen this possibility long ago, and it was also a subtle reminder.
Helios, the majestic sun god, had golden hair inherited from his mother. His golden pupils burned with flames, and his gaze seemed to carry the heat of fire. Tyche felt uneasy under Helios's gaze. The divine power of ice and snow flowed through her body, and only then did she calm down.
She proactively greeted him, "Your Highness Helios."
Helios's voice carried the same majesty as his mother's, "Your Highness Tyche."
Theia on the throne lovingly called out, "My son, come to my side!" The pride in her voice was not hidden at all.