Weazel
Well-known member
- Pronoun
- he/him
The more time he spent in Lumirror Forest, the more Archie was sure he’d see the place in his nightmares. It wasn’t like the dungeon was particularly terrifying, or even threatening at all. It just had that sense of uncanny wrongness to it that left one feeling a lingering sense of dread. He’d never experienced a Mystery Dungeon quite like this one, not even Silver Ravine could compare on the ‘this is not a place for mortal eyes to see’ scale. What really sealed the deal, though, was when they’d finally bumbled their way through the blinding maze, only to momentarily find themselves in the Void. The great expanse of nothingness lasted for just long enough to make the Oshawott start to stress that maybe they’d been trapped within it, before, finally, reality started pulling itself back together.
Here, they were confronted with their third – possibly final? – challenge. A riddle, something they could only have so long as they didn’t share it. And in order to progress, they’d have to share one… if they had it, they didn’t share it. If they shared it, they didn’t have it. Usually the answers to these kinds of riddles were deceptively simple. The trick was not to overthink it. So, keeping that in mind, the first possible answer that came to mind was…
“A secret?” The Oshawott asked, “Does it want us to share a secret with each other?”
Here, they were confronted with their third – possibly final? – challenge. A riddle, something they could only have so long as they didn’t share it. And in order to progress, they’d have to share one… if they had it, they didn’t share it. If they shared it, they didn’t have it. Usually the answers to these kinds of riddles were deceptively simple. The trick was not to overthink it. So, keeping that in mind, the first possible answer that came to mind was…
“A secret?” The Oshawott asked, “Does it want us to share a secret with each other?”