Ravenclaw Riddles Novels & Stories

“Did you do that?” I looked from Kylan’s wrist to my hand that was still pressed against the younger girl’s forehead. “I don’t know,” I breathed. “I don’t know…” “Ask her,” Kylan urged softly. “Ask her about the raven.” I didn’t have much to lose, so I just went for it and leaned closer, thinking it probably wouldn’t be of that much help anyway. “A raven visits you in your dreams, right?” Little Violet’s lips parted. “Yes…”

“Chosen One, to claim your path, you must answer my riddle: ‘In the still of the night, I hold the key, Whispers of truth, just listen to me. I fly without wings, I cry without eyes, Whenever I go, darkness flies. What am I?’” Damien furrowed his brow, the riddle echoing in his mind. The others watched, their expressions a mixture of anticipation and concern. “It’s a tough one,” Claud murmured. “Take your time.” Damien thought about it, pacing slowly. He recalled the way the night felt, the mysteries it held. “It’s…” he began, uncertainty clouding his mind. “Could it be… a star?”