Two doors faced the girl One led to unimaginable riches Another held death's minion. Everyone held their breath as they watched her, even the judge found himself leaning forward in curiosity. They didn't care about the actual crime. They didn't care if she deserved this or not. All they wanted was entertainment. And she was providing it. The girl stood before the two doors, silent. The judge coughed, and she suddenly looked around, as if she'd been sleeping, in a trance. She faced forward again, those looking at her thought they saw a fleeting look of indecision. But there was no hesitance in her walk, as she flipped her hand in the air, the classic sign, "*leave it to Fortuna*" She stepped through the left door, and disappeared through it like a shadow. Seconds passed, with no sound. Some fancied they heard scuffling, but if they did there was nothing to be told from that. Minutes passed, and a group of soldiers started to form. Clad in armor, Ready with spears, To retrieve the dead body. But before they even entered, out she came. Alive. A gold necklace around her neck, two gold bracelets on her wrists, like unchained manacles. Her dark eyes stared out at the crowd, the spite, the defiance, knocked them off a step. But in moments they were cheering. Rambunctious. As if they hadn't been prepared, to cheer her death, not five minutes go. The judge pardoned her, and she was carried away by the crowds. But the soldiers who went in to collect the treasure soon came racing back out, faces pale, eyes wide, as Fear ran among them. They ran straight to the judge. "Your Honor," They forgot to bow. "The prisoner. She..she.." "She *what*?" "She.. she didn't choose the door." "What?" "The door. She opened the door of death." The judge drew back suddenly, as Fear crept up on her. "You mean-" "She killed the monster." The judge turned suddenly, only to find the dark eyes of the girl, staring straight back at her. Eyes that were filled with spite, with fire. Eyes that even Fear did not dare to approach. Eyes that made the minions of death, fall in front of her. Eyes that spoke volumes.
Inspired by "The Lady or the Tiger" by Frank R. Stockton Written by me. Pic from Pin
