Fouth Age ~ Spyra and the future King
The story of Spyra is one of a woman uninterested in love. Spyra, a beautiful Aeon, preferred to spend her time hunting in the woods rather than meeting men. Because of her beauty men constantly feel in love with her and she was always pursued. Time and time again she rejected each suitor. Spyra's old love, the Passed-away-King Groke, was very intent on her marrying and having many sons. However, Spyra cried so much at the idea of marriage that her dead father could not bring himself to force her to marry.
On one occasion Kulak became angry with Hukkeu for mocking the power of his arrows. As a way to punish him Kulak hit Hukkeu with an arrow that caused him to fall desperately in love with Spyra. Hukkeu began to pursue Spyra in the woods, but as he approached she began to run faster and faster. When Hukkeu was about to grasp Spyra she prayed to her father and was transformed into a laurel tree. Still in love with Spyra, Hukkeu declared that the leaves of the laurel tree would always be green and he would always wear a wreath of laurel leaves around his head.
As Spyra, turned in a tree, Hukkeu had to find the way for reclaim the throne...
He led the way as he spoke, and Spyr followed him. When they were within he took her spear and set it in the spear - stand against a strong bearing-post along with the many other spears of his unhappy mortals, and he conducted her to a richly decorated seat under which he threw a cloth of damask. There was a footstool also for her feet, and he set another seat near her for himself, away from the suitors, that she might not be annoyed while eating by their noise and insolence, and that he might ask her more freely about his father.
-Spyr, you needs to be queen... I Killed the previous queen of Cosmos! all for my fault...
And Spyr answered.
-I will tell you truly and particularly all about it. I am Hukkeu, son of Kerukku, and I am King of the Lunians. I have come here with my ship and crew, on a voyage to men of a foreign tongue being bound for Temesa with a cargo of iron, and I shall bring back copper. As for my ship, it lies over yonder off the open country away from the town, in the harbor Lukthion under the wooded mountain Neritum. Our fathers were friends before us, as old Laertes will tell you, if you will go and ask him. They say, however, that he never comes to town now, and lives by himself in the country, faring hardly, with an old woman to look after him and get his dinner for him, when he comes in tired from pottering about his vineyard. They told me your father was at home again, and that was why I came, but it seems the kings are still keeping him back, for he is not dead yet not on the mainland. It is more likely he is on some sea-girt island in mid ocean, or a prisoner among savages who are detaining him against his will. I am no seer, and know very little about omens, but I speak as it is borne in upon me from heaven, and assure you that he will not be away much longer; for he is a man of such resource that even though he were in chains of iron he would find some means of getting home again. But tell me, and tell me true, can Odysseus really have such a fine looking young man for a son? You are indeed wonderfully like him about the head and eyes, for we were close friends before he set sail for Troy where the flower of all the Argives went also. Since that time we have never either of us seen the other.
Hukkeu had to find a way for be a King, but of the Cosmos Itself. an Odyssey of legends, called the Cosmic Chronicles.