My first is a historical capital city, with stories inside the Bible, though in this context, the words roots come from wootz. My second is formed by forging iron and carbon, it make up is in cutlery items. When you combine the two, you get a special type of material, folded, for strength and design.

I’m not silver nor gold, yet I gleam with pride. A mix of two metals, side by side. I mark third on podiums high, In statues and medals, I never lie.

In the original I was not a girl, rather I was a woman of old, but the bears wouldn't digest me, so someone suggested, that this character be made a young girl. Lock the front door, and put your food away, as She cares not for what is not hers.

I'm considered a stone from heaven, and can even be imperial, a green treasure. Artists love carving me, and mothers name their daughters after me.

I swallow explorers in twists of endless dread, Minotaurs lurk where walls whisper lies, One wrong path and bones join the forgotten, Yet solved I free the mind from its own prison.