In Hadir, there stood a small shack. In the slums of the city, where the freedmen made their homes, a small child was born to Zeita and Jormash. They named the boy, Nastifer. Knowing of the hard life that awaited this small, innocent child, the two parents could only feel pity for what was to come. But the child was oblivious, and was a small, almost nonexsistant beacon of light which shown happiness on its parents' faces. It was the one thing both looked forward too coming home to at the end of the day, after toiling in the fields for so many hours.
The boy grew, and though he wasn't a slave, his lifestyle was that one. He was now ten, and old enough to tend the fields with his parents. While only receiving one Sheka a day, it was barely enough to help his family get by, but somehow, his family had managed.
As devout followers of Yori, his parents made sure he knew his religion. In the off hours, before he would go to sleep for the night, his parents would lecture him on Unicus, but specifically the words of Yori, who they claimed was the wisest of all the Gods. Young Nastifer soaked it all in with an eagerness that every boy who wanted to know his people's past shared. He too was now a devout follower of Yori.
When the boy came of age, twenty years old, he left his home. It was customary of boys that age to leave home and find start a family, however, he was different. As soon as he could, with what little money he saved up, he left home, and didn't return for over fifteen years.
He set out to find the Halls of the Gods.
He traveled past Men-nefer, to the lands of the unknown, following the Great River to the site of the Halls of the Gods. It was rumored that the river flowed from heaven itself, and that at its source was where the Unicus Gods lived. No mortal had ever seen the magnificent halls. They were rumored to be made out of pure ivory, with strange creatures guarding the entrance. Mortals were not supposed to visit this sanctuary where the Gods ruled over everything. The giant beasts that stalked the waters of the Great River were said to be merely the weakest of the God's guardians, sent to spy on the humans and keep them under control. If that was true, the boy knew he had to be careful.
Legend tells of how he came to the Halls. It was night when he reached the giant lake that guarded the halls. He had passed through strange territory to get here. Lands infested with animals he had never seen before. Elephants roamed, but so did strange horned animals that traveled in giant herds. He had seen weird white-and-blacked striped horses. He had even seen, what he thought, were wild men watching him in the trees. But now, he was at the lake.
He knew he was as far as anyone had ever been. The lake stretched before his eyes, and he lashed together a makeshift raft out of near by materials. As he cast off, he noticed small black spots in the water at a distance. Beyond them, he knew, had to be the Halls. He paddled towards the black spots and, not to his surprise, it was a herd of Hippos guarding the the small island that the Halls were on. He could see the awe-inspiring structure grow larger as he got closer. He knew he would not be worthy of entering the halls unless he braved the danger of the Hippos. He had come all this way, and he wouldn't let himself fail. To prove his worth, he abandoned his raft and swam through the herd.
It had taken a moment before the beasts realized he was there, but once they did, they came at him aggressively. Chasing him to shore, gaining speed, he knew at once that it was going to be the end of himself. Yet somehow he managed. He made it to shore, with the monsters still after him. He hid as soon as he could and, to his surprise, his pursuers sniffed around for a bit, then turned and went back into the water. He knew he was worthy.
Upon his return, he would not speak about what had happened within the Halls. He had spent many years there, living amongst the Gods. They had shared with him many secrets, being the first human to make it to their home. Yori himself blessed him with the greatest luck of any person to date. He was sent back to Hadir to lead the people as the new High Priest, and to prove he was the chosen one, he was given Yori's gold crown. It was this one piece of evidence that convinced everyone, upon his return, that he was the chosen one to lead the people's of Hadir Unicus into a much brighter tomorrow.
Of the various Hurrian successor states, I think I'll go with Carchemish.
