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“So that’s how get in now we have to try not to get killed by what lays inside,”
“Well that encouraging,” I say.
“So who wants to try to find which one is the right door to go through, first?” asked Jonathan.
“Trevor,” I replied instantly.
“Trevor it is,” says Jonathan.
“What, no fair I was remaining silent for just this reason,” complained Trevor.
“Stop whining and do it,” said Jonathan to Trevor.
“It’s called a democracy,” I tell Trevor.
“It’s not a democracy if you don’t have a chance to win,” said Trevor.
“Just deal with it,” Jonathan tells Trevor.
“Fine, but If I die you will have to live with it your whole lives,” warned Trevor.
“Won’t be much of a loss,” I reply.
“Okay then, here I go,” says Trevor as he enters the room and slowly approaches the third door which was decorated with black diamond.
“Do it quicker Trevor,” yells Jonathan.
“You do it then,” Trevor snaps back.
“No, we voted for you to do it, so you’re going to do it,” Jonathan tells Trevor as Trevor reaches the door and clutches the handles with his hands.
“We are all waiting, speed it up,” I yell at Trevor.
“I might die, I am allowed to take as long as I want,” says Trevor, one second later with his eyes closed he opened the door and a loud roar and the next second Trevor was on the ground crawling away from the beast that had jumped from the shadows.
“A tiger really,” Trevor yells crawling backwards trying to get away from it until the tiger reveals that it is attached to a chain that does not let move forward.
“Did not expect that to happen,” says Jonathan as we both close the door on the tiger.
“Well that just happened,” says Trevor with a sigh of relief.
“Yeah, Lafcadio doesn’t like strangers,” says a voice from behind them. At that all three of them turn around and lift their guns at girl that could not be older than ten and had long messy blond hair, blue eyes and a very innocent look.
“What are you doing here?” asks Jonathan to the stranger.
“I could ask you the same question but you would not answer me because you do not trust me and therefore you won’t trust me with your secrets even though I already know what you are doing, you’re trying to escape the triangles, I use the word try because there is a ninety-nine percent chance you will die because if you do get through the fourteen percent chance of getting though the right door you have to face the zero point four percent of the next set of doors and believe me the odd get worse in the next ten set of doors,” says the young girl very confidently. The three of us were stunned and lost for words with what had just happened. “I see that you are confused or stunned I am not sure since I do not interact much with people but right now you look very dumb,” the girl tells them very sardonically.
“Who are you?” asks Jonathan.
“Is the answer not clear?” asks the girl.
“Umm… I think I’ll have to say no to that,” says Jonathan.
“Your way dumber than I ever imagined,” says the girl.
“So who are you again?” asks Jonathan.
“Look up,” the girl tells them and when they do look up they see a trap door.
“What does that lead to?” I ask.
“To my room,” responds the girl.
“Why?” asks Trevor.
“Because I am Dael and I am the chiefs daughter,” say Dael.