In the Far, Far East, a land lay where gold was as common as stone and dirt is here. The ruler of this land was a man, forever young who bathed every morning in gold dust and washed it off in a lake. After hundreds of years, the gold dust was accumulated in the bottom of the lake. The city was made of gold and marble and no one was poor. Here you could give a stone that is common here and they would give you as much gold as you could carry. Gold was not worth anything because they had so much of it.
But in other lands, gold was worth much. Greed infected men and they came for gold. The people of the land gave them gold, but this was like giving honey to a bear. They wanted more. The men of other lands attacked but the people of the land of gold fled and hid where no one could find them. But the men from other lands had determination and hunted for these people and their gold. But as far as I know, they hunt still.