Fall in love with my bully

Chapter32:The Riddle of the Box

We gathered around the pedestal, our eyes fixed on the box. It was small, made of a smooth, dark wood. There were no visible locks or openings.

"What's the riddle?" Tyler asked, his eyes scanning the box.

The guardian smiled. "The riddle is this: 'What can be broken, but never held? What can be given, but never sold?'"

We thought, our minds racing. Arachne frowned, her eyes narrowed in concentration. Eriol's eyes sparkled with excitement.

And then, suddenly, Lyra's face lit up. "I know the answer!" she exclaimed.

"What is it?" the guardian asked, her eyes glinting with curiosity.

Lyra hesitated, her eyes darting to me. "Is the answer... a promise?" she asked.

The guardian nodded, her smile growing wider. "Yes, that is correct. A promise is indeed something that can be broken, but never held. Something that can be given, but never sold."

We cheered, our hearts racing with excitement. We had solved the riddle!

But then, the guardian spoke again. "However, there is a second part to the riddle. A part that requires more than just knowledge."

We looked at each other, confused. "What do you mean?" Arachne asked.

The guardian smiled. "I mean that you must demonstrate your understanding of the riddle. You must show me that you truly comprehend the nature of a promise."

And with that, the room began to change around us. The walls, which had been smooth and glassy, became rough and rocky once more. The air, which had been warm and dry, became cool and damp.

We found ourselves standing in a small, dimly lit chamber. The only feature was a small, stone table in the center of the room.

On the table was a small, leather-bound book. "Write your promise in the book," the guardian said. "And then, you must seal it with your signature."

We looked at each other, unsure of what to do. But then, Eriol stepped forward. "I'll do it," she said.

She opened the book, and began to write. As she wrote, the room grew quieter, the air thickening with anticipation.

Finally, she finished. She signed her name with a flourish, and then looked up at us. "It's done," she said.

The guardian nodded, her eyes glinting with approval. "Well done," she said. "You have passed the Trial of Wisdom."