The Queen of the Faeries smiled, and I saw a glimmer of mischief in her eyes. I will give you the Scepter of Light, she said. But only if you can answer my riddle.
I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. What is your riddle? I asked.
The Queen smiled again. Here it is, she said. What is it that is blind, yet sees? What is it that is silent, yet speaks? What is it that is born, yet dies?
I thought for a moment, and then I smiled. I know the answer, I said.
The Queen raised an eyebrow. Really? she asked. Then tell me, God of Death. What is the answer to my riddle?
The answer is the heart, I said. The heart is blind, yet it sees the truth. The heart is silent, yet it speaks the truth. The heart is born with love, yet it