Light radiated through the window, illuminating the queen's bedroom. Aforementioned monarch gradually stirred, rubbing her eyes. Her hand brushed a post-it note. Carefully, the queen peeled the sticky note off of her forehead to examine it.
It read~~~
Good morning, Your Majesty.
Trace my steps with this riddle:
Some would say I resemble a fox.
I'm cunning, and rather cocky-
I can never seem to shut up.
Who am I?
In order to advance toward me, you must solve the riddle above.
Good luck.
Feeling a thrill of excitement, the queen grinned as she reread the note. She stumbled out of bed, not attempting to catch herself as she clumsily hurried out the door. At that moment, the queen instantaneously collided with a freckled officer.
"Ha! Found you!" she said, with a grin.
"Hey, Blade," smirked the soldier.
"Ben, explain your note," Blade demanded.
"It's not mine, but I have another one," answered Ben, as he rummaged his pocket and pulled out a second note.
Blade snatched it from him.
This one read~~~
Congratulations. The answer was Ben. As you continue to progress, I will share another trait about myself-until the end. Perhaps you can already predict... As for this note, I'm a secret admirer. Find Reaver for more information.
Good luck.
As she finished reading this note, Blade asked, "Where's Reaver?" Ben pointed in one direction, as Blade disappeared down the dark corridor.
Minding his own business, Reaver wandered around the castle's library, searching for a book that might captivate him. Nothing looked interesting. As soon as he thought he saw one, something hurled itself at Reaver, sending them both tumbling. Reaver had a vague suspicion that he already knew who was behind this.
"Reaver!" shouted the queen.
"Keep your voice down, cher," said Reaver. "We're in a library."
"Note!"
The deviant sighed. He was getting too old to be babysitting the queen. Rummaging his pocket for the bloody post-it, Reaver pulled it out and braced for impact.
Blade squealed with delight, snatched the note, and skipped away. Reaver exhaled a sigh of relief, and returned to savoring the quiet atmosphere without Blade.
The note that Blade acquired from Reaver read~~~
Good work, Your Highness.
This next person is someone who used to check under your bed for monsters. As for your hint about me, I love Christmas. It reminds me of you.
Good luck.
Blade raced to the throne room, in pursuit of her brother.
"Logan!" the monarch called, breathlessly.
The dark-haired man poked his head out the doorway of the throne room.
"Note!"
Studying his sister, Logan hesitated. He reached into his pocket and withdrew the note. Cautiously handing it to the queen, Logan stated, "this is from-."
"Hush!" demanded Blade, snatching the note. She began reading it, ignoring her brother's colorful mutters.
It read~~~
This is the last note. Instead of asking you to hunt down another character, I will ask that you answer this riddle:
Running fountains, a worn cobblestone path; trimmed hedges and topiaries of various shapes and sizes. The late queen's tomb.
Where am I? As for your last clue, we agreed that I'd call you "Goddess Divine."
The gardens! Blade could feel the giddiness building within her, ready to burst, as she sprinted to the gardens.
Leaning against the fence, overlooking Sparrow's catacombs, stood…
"Forge," called Blade, with a smile.
The blacksmith turned to look at her. "Blade," he returned her smile. "I assume you found my clues?"
Blade nodded. "They were sweet," she said.
Forge grinned and wrapped his arms around her waist in a bear hug. He gently kissed her nose...