The gods had wept long ago and in their wake small sacs of fluid dropped, transformed into crystalline divinity. Though old, Rita had walked the earth armed only with a dowsing rod, digging, swimming, and trading for such artefacts. All around people wondered: what long-forgotten tale of woe had made the gods weep so much?
Some sought to steal her treasures and wield great power over others. But loyal men and women took her finds to their temple and guarded it from would-be thieves. When the collection was complete, the crystal tears fused together and formed a joyful newborn god.
100 words exactly.
Wasn’t really in the mood to write today. Also couldn’t decide if it should be crystalline or crystallised, or if it should be rephrased in some way.