I’m the stone that holds the rest in place, Without me, the arch falls from grace. I’m the core on which ideas stand, The guiding principle that shapes a plan.

Being a wolf is quite hard. The moment you are born, you are expected to set the world on fire and kill the god of the dead. No pressure! At least somebody gave me a snack when they bound me here. Now I'm just waiting for my sister to loosen up so the fun can begin.

In stone arms I gather, peace and prayer, wrapped in silence like a nun's gentle care. Tucked away, a quiet retreat, where wise old stories and whispers meet.

Once owned by serpent family Stolen and sold to a witch Attached with cursed soul Hidden in cave Trade me with your strong will and power

I have no voice, but I speak of old, Carved in stone or cast in mold. I can hold a web page, a pill, or a law, What am I?