(New A/N, thanks to Queen Annie-Ferny's Calling's support!)
I was reading mythology about the sun and the moon and I saw that the Aztecs used to think that gold was the sweat of the sun and silver was the tears of the moon so I got inspired.
Once, when the world was new, the sun and the moon fought about which one should be the brightest. They clashed together relentlessly, the sun's sweat falling to earth in one single drop. From this drop grew a magnificent golden flower, but that is another story.
Eventually, the sun triumphed, and the moon cried in shame. One teardrop fell from its face and landed in a spring. The land surrounding it was wild and untamed, and it was many centuries before the spring was discovered….
That was the prologue!