Stikkord: Easter

They journeyed swiftly across Bergen, preparing to ascend Mount Ulriken. The sky darkened slightly, hints of twilight beginning to dance along the horizon. Maximillian urged them on, determined to find the egg before nightfall.

Ascending Ulriken was challenging; steep paths and cold winds slowed their progress. But the trio remained resolute, encouraging each other, driven by mystery and curiosity.

Finally, reaching Ulriken’s summit, they saw an old stone throne-like structure, referred to by locals as the king’s seat. At its base lay scattered ribbons, identical to previous fragments. Sarah picked one up, recognizing their consistency.

Emily discovered another note, slightly torn and hastily written: «Almost solved, but not yet done—head now quickly toward the sunken one.» Maximillian nodded knowingly, looking westward. «Lysøen Island,» he declared firmly.

Night descended softly upon Bergen, city lights twinkling below like countless stars. Their journey to Lysøen would be next, secrets still hidden in shadows, awaiting discovery.

Quickly descending from Mount Fløyen, they journeyed toward Troldhaugen, Edvard Grieg’s historic home. Reaching the dark entrance of a cave nearby, Maximillian flicked on his flashlight, illuminating mysterious tunnels snaking inward.

Their steps echoed softly through narrow, rocky paths. Emily traced marks carved subtly into cave walls. «This must be the puzzle hinted at earlier,» she whispered. Maximillian examined closely, noticing the carvings resembled musical notes.

Sarah hummed thoughtfully, her melodic voice echoing gently. «Perhaps if we follow these notes, we’ll find our clue.» Together they deciphered the musical puzzle, following twists and turns deeper underground.

Finally, they reached a chamber bathed in faint golden light. Inside stood an ornate pedestal, upon it another note: «The Golden Egg awaits at the king’s seat, where seven hills and waters meet.»

Maximillian pondered aloud, «The king’s seat—Ulriken! It’s Bergen’s highest mountain.» Sarah and Emily exchanged excited glances, knowing the adventure was far from over.

Outside the tower, Emily spotted a figure disappearing quickly toward Fløibanen station. «They’re heading to Mount Fløyen,» she declared, running after the shadowy stranger. Maximillian and Sarah exchanged quick nods and chased after her.

The steep tramway carried them rapidly upward, offering breathtaking glimpses of Bergen’s rooftops bathed in sunlight. At the mountain’s top, among tall pine trees, they noticed something peculiar—Easter eggs scattered oddly along hidden pathways.

Carefully, Sarah picked up an egg and examined it. «It’s empty, but look here—another ribbon fragment.» She held up a blue ribbon identical to the one Emily found earlier. Maximillian nodded, piecing clues together silently.

Following the eggs, they reached a secluded clearing overlooking Bergen. In its center lay a small, handwritten note. Sarah picked it up, reading aloud, «Solve the riddles or Easter joy ends; the next clue waits where daylight bends.»

Maximillian smiled confidently. «Where daylight bends,» he repeated thoughtfully. «That must mean somewhere underground.» Emily’s eyes sparkled with realization. «The Troldhaugen caves,» she whispered, excitement in her voice.

From their hiding spot, they saw two shadowy figures talking quietly, clearly unaware of being overheard. «The children will soon give up,» one whispered harshly. «The egg is safely hidden at Rosenkrantz Tower.» Maximillian’s eyes widened in surprise.

As the strangers left, the trio emerged cautiously, breathing a sigh of relief. «Rosenkrantz Tower,» Emily whispered excitedly, unfolding their own map again. «We must hurry; perhaps the egg is still there.»

They swiftly navigated through Bryggen’s crowded streets, quickly reaching Bergenhus Fortress. The ancient tower loomed over them, imposing yet inviting them into its mysterious halls. Emily pointed upwards, seeing faint movements at the tower’s top window.

Sarah quickly took the lead, pushing open the heavy wooden door, its hinges squealing. Inside, spiral stone staircases wound upward endlessly. Maximillian urged his friends forward, confident they were closer to the egg—and the truth.

At the highest floor, a single chamber awaited them, dark and foreboding. Inside, they found only a solitary feather, shimmering oddly golden under Emily’s flashlight. «Someone was here,» Maximillian concluded grimly, «and recently.»

Sarah examined the empty podium closely, noticing small footprints in the mud nearby. «They’re small enough to be a child’s,» she said thoughtfully. Maximillian knelt, tracing the footprints carefully, noticing they led toward the old merchant buildings.

Emily held up a fragment of bright blue ribbon she’d found on the ground, carefully tucked between wooden planks. «Could belong to whoever took the egg,» she speculated quietly. The trio exchanged knowing glances, their curiosity intensifying.

Following the trail, they found themselves between historic houses leaning crookedly together like old friends whispering secrets. Maximillian pointed at one slightly open door, its old hinges creaking gently in the morning breeze. They stepped cautiously inside, their hearts beating faster.

The dimly lit room was musty, dust floating through streams of sunlight. On a wooden table lay an old parchment map, marked with strange symbols. Emily traced the symbols, murmuring, «This looks like a puzzle.»

Suddenly, voices approached from outside, making the trio jump. «Quick, hide,» Maximillian whispered, ushering Sarah and Emily behind crates stacked against the wall. They held their breath as footsteps entered the room.