Come Guess Me This Riddle Novels & Stories

Then the final riddle appeared, more intricate than the others: **"I can be cracked, I can be made, I can be told, and I can be played. What am I?" Cayla’s breath caught. This one was different—so many possibilities. She turned to her group, searching their faces for any sign of inspiration. The emperor’s brows furrowed, and the warriors bit their lips in frustration, clearly struggling. The general, however, looked deep in thought, his eyes narrowing. “I think… I think it’s a **joke**,” the general said slowly. “A joke can be cracked, made, told, and played. It fits.”