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"Please Cain, you won't be able to figure it out." How the topic came up was ambiguous. Up until now the conversation had been relaxed and calm.

"Try me Princess." The sudden uproar of the two conversing people: Riddles.

"Okay. But it's a long one." Her blue gaze fell upon his face with the utmost of confidence.

"Didn't you hear? I said 'Try me.'" He returned the gaze with equal force.

"Here it goes. What does man love more than life? Fear more than death and mortal strife? What do the poor have, what the rich require, and contented men desire? What does the miser spend, the spendthrifter save, and all men carry to their grave?" The riddle was completed with a full smile.

He knitted his eyebrows and darkened his eyes. DG came to recognize this as his thinking look.

"Do you give up?" The question came after many minutes of long silence.

"Nope. You're going to have to write that down DG." A piece of paper and a pencil were handed to her.

"I told you it was long." She said with a smirk as she scribbled the forever long riddle down on the paper.

"But it's not impossible." The response dripping with rhetoric.

Once she slid the paper back over to him she spun on her heels and began to walk away. Before leaving the room she aid, "You have until tonight to figure it out." After shooting a wide grin at him, she walked out.

The rest of the day Cain thought about the riddle. The small paper had become worn he had read it so many times. Eventually, the riddle had been memorized in full. He began to think about the consequences of not figuring out the riddle. All he needed was for DG to gain bragging rights over him.


That night, Cain slipped into bed. DG was already asleep, curled into a small ball and wrapped in blankets. He tried his best not to wake her.

"Cain?" A muffled voice came from the tightly nestled blankets.

"Yes, it's me. You can go back to sleep." An arm slid over her waist and pulled her toward him.

"No. I want to know what you're answer is." Not once did her eyes open to look at him.

"Um..Er..I."Stutters escaped from his mouth.

"What?" She moaned in confusion.

"Nothing." Immediately she shot up, her hair was messy and Cain smiled slightly to find she was wearing one of his shirts.

"How'd you figure it out?"

It all clicked. 'Nothing' was the answer. He then realized that part of the riddle applied to him.

"Well, DG." Slowly he laid her back down, "Man…I… love nothing more than my life. I fear nothing more than death, because it will mean leaving you. I am content." He rubbed his face in her loose hair. "Nothing is my desire. And on the day I do die, I take nothing to my grave."

DG was speechless. She didn't really expect him to figure it out. Even if he had, she didn't expect the delivery. The ceiling was the current focus of her attention as she absorbed what had just occurred.

Cain, resting his weight on his elbow, leaned over and kissed her softly. "Goodnight DG, love you."

With that he went to sleep, leaving her awake in the dark. He decided to keep it a secret that the riddle had been answered by accident.