Long ago, the noble Count of Savoy ruled his lands with wisdom and quiet strength.
His family guarded a priceless treasure: a medallion made of deep red rubies, engraved with the image of a mighty Fire Stallion.
The medallion was said to protect the honor of the house and bring courage to its bearer.
To keep it safe, the treasure was hidden in a well-concealed sea cave known only to a few trusted souls.
One fateful night, ruthless pirates discovered the cave and stole the sacred medallion.
Greed soon turned them against one another, and a violent argument broke out among the pirates.
In their rage, the medallion was shattered into pieces, and each pirate fled with a fragment.
Years later, Sancho, the brave son of Afonso Henriques, learned of this shameful loss.
Sworn by blood and honor, he took upon himself the mission to find every fragment and assemble the Fire Stallion once more.
Let see what hints helped him to collect all pieces:
I wear a crown of winter and walls of crystal white,
My towers sleep beneath a frozen shroud day and night.
No flame may warm me, no river runs free,
I stand as a throne for the cold to decree.
I am built without bricks, yet I stand strong and round,
Born from what falls softly and sleeps on the ground.
I keep warmth inside while the world stays white,
A humble home shaped by winter’s might.
I stretch where the sun forgets to set and the night learns to glow,
Where ancient songs ride the wind and quiet rivers flow.
Reindeer mark my roads, and sky-fires dance above the land,
I am far north, wide, and wild, shaped by ice and hand.
I stand frozen mid-stride, forever guarding, never breathing,
My blade is raised though no battle is seething.
Born of cold and carved with skill and might,
I watch in silence, unmoving day and night.
I bloom without roots in a land that never thaws,
My petals are crystal, sharp-edged with quiet laws.
I melt at a whisper yet shine when I grow,
A fragile beauty born only of cold’s slow breath.
I cradle the quiet of those long gone, sealed in pale breath and silence,
No bells ring for me, yet I keep eternal vigilance.
My doors are cold, my secrets sleep deep,
I am a resting place where even time dares not creep.
I am many made one, round upon round at rest,
Gathered by careful hands inside guarded walls and crest.
I look harmless and playful, yet I wait with intent,
Stored not by chance, but by purpose and event.
I rest in a land where old kings once held sway,
Forged for battle yet silent through the day.
My edge has felt the weight of crown and throne,
In Bohemia’s heart, my power is known.
I live in a world of color and gleam,
Where shifting shapes chase a sparkling dream.
Line me up in threes, and I vanish from sight,
Cleared by your cunning, I vanish with light.
I stand tall with a smile, though I breathe no air,
Carrot for a nose, and coal for my stare.
I wear winter’s coat and watch the world go by,
Melted by the sun, yet I never cry.
I hold no warmth, yet many find themselves within,
My walls whisper sorrow, my floors taste of sin.
Darkness is my crown, and silence my chain,
None enter lightly, and none leave the same.
I am begun with a spark, yet end is unknown,
I lead you through trials where courage is shown.
Treasures and truths I hide along the way,
Only the bold will see me to the day.
I wait beneath the tree with secrets inside,
Wrapped in bright paper where surprises hide.
I bring joy when opened, a gift to behold,
But stay silent and still until my story’s told.
I stand tall in the corner, dressed in lights and cheer,
Adorned with baubles that sparkle far and near.
I wear a star upon my crown and gifts at my feet,
I bring warmth and wonder though I cannot speak.
I neigh without sound and gallop in place,
Carved from the cold, yet full of grace.
My mane is frozen, my hooves do not strike,
I wait in stillness, a riderless like.
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I gather together in corners and shelves,
Each with a story, though silent themselves.
Some move, some sing, some sit still with pride,
I bring joy to all when opened or spied.
to be continued...
