He walks to the right door
reluctantly, thinking of the Princess’s words. The man grabs onto the copper
knob, its surface cold; full of hatred and curiosity. With fingers in a tight
grip, he changes his perspective to the left door. The crowd with large gasps
and pleading expects to only open one door. With a tight grip on the twined
doors, squeak, both doors open. Eyes the size of saucers appears on the Greek
faces. For, a tiger and a lady didn’t come out of the doors, but two women.
One his wife, the other the
princess he was going to marry.
He looked at the princess, wanting
the tiger to eat her instead. Then right before his eyes, the beautiful
princess turned into a man-eating tiger. Teeth glistened in the sun, stained
blood red. Both the wife and the princess knew what was to become of their
lives. The princess, hopped off her royal throne and hurled herself into the tragedy-staked
arena. The tiger, now full on not one but two people left the arena.
The man woke up screaming, not
knowing what would become of him. Today, his fate would soon tell him.
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