Europa found herself lonely as she wandered the empty halls of her fathers palace. She had lived here protected by guards and not allowed to see anyone but those her father approved. She never had a lover because of his protectiveness and all those she had sought for lovers had been cast of a cliff into the sea for their unluckiness to have been lusted after by the princess of Phoenicia. She knew she was beautiful for she was told to be more beautiful then her mother, who was considered the most wonderful woman in all the land. And still her beauty was worthless for she sat alone in her room and in the palace day and night. She returned to her room and lay down on her bed and fell into a deep sleep. As she slept a voice came to her in her dreams.
Over and over, softly whispering a voice said, "Come to me,". Finally awaking from her fitful sleep she arose. She felt herself drawn towards the garden. She followed the strange instinct down through the garden and the small gate which led to the kings beach. She found the guards standing watch could not see her as she continued to follow the calling of the stranger through the night. As her bare feet touched the cold sand and the evening breeze drew her light linen shift tight against her body she heard the calling grow stronger. As she rounded the final corner onto the beach she saw the thing which had drawn her from her bed and down to the beach.