This was getting out of hand.

Nana was in control, she absolutely was, it would only take a flourish of her acacia wand and the booming thunder and vicious lightning would end, but doing so would mean giving in. There was a power struggle here, Nana was not arrogant or foolish enough not to see it. The young boy believed himself above the authority in this castle and any who abided by it. No, she had to stand her ground, be as unmoving as a mountain, as unyielding as a hundred year old tree. This was not the time for her empathy to shine through, even if the young boy looked soaked and miserable in his earmuffs.

If he didn't progress, if he didn't ask for help, there would be a problem, but for now she would stand by and watch. Time ticked on, minutes flew by, the heavy rain grew colder still, and yet the boy hadn't even questioned the blackboard, but only stood motionless and as impassive as ever. Nana was not frustrated, she was not angry, she was... Sad, Sad that it was coming to this. Mister Prince clearly did not care, not about anything it seemed. How did a child so young become so cold?

Turning her eyes from Mister Prince's form, she instead directed her attention to the still immaculately dry and clean whiteboard. She flicked her wand and once more the words rushed across surface.

Quote:

Originally Posted by The Whiteboard

Failure to answer will yield you no results, Mister Prince.

If you want to get out of this you Must. Try. Again.

Once again, the words were erased by an invisible hand before a new riddle was settled into it's place.

Quote:

Originally Posted by The Whiteboard

You pass someone in the street who is in severe need and you are able to help them at little cost to yourself. Are you morally obliged to do so?

Answer the above. Then explain your reasoning and logic behind your answer.