Many, many years ago, in a Mapuche tribe, a young couple fell in love. Fort Quintral and the beautiful Amancay lived a splendid love, but suddenly a mysterious illness withered him, day after day.

Amancay, desperate to see her love on the verge of death, went to consult a famous healer from the region, who, after much insistence, told her the secret to save Quintral’s life.
It was necessary to make tea from a rare flower, which grew only on the tops of icy mountains, where even the bravest warrior would not dare to climb. But Amancay’s love gave her more courage than an army and filled her with strength and hope.

The young woman in love ran to the waterfall and began her ascent to the highest peak. Sweat, even in the bitter cold, mixed with her tears. She remembered the kisses of her beloved and asked heaven not to let him go.

Finally Amancay reached the top of the mountain and found the flower described by the healer: long, thin green stems, vibrant yellow petals. Almost as vibrant as Amancay’s smile as she plucked the flower.

However, before she could celebrate her achievement, a giant condor appeared and said in a terrifying voice:

“What do you think you are doing on my territory?” Who gave you permission to take my flower?

Amancay felt a shiver down her back, but she remembered how sick Quintral was, she plucked up her courage again and answered the great bird:

— Majestic bird, I salute you! I am taking this flower to make tea, in order to save the life of my beloved fiancé.