There was a flash of lighting, but the lightning went from the ground to the sky. A torrent of smoke and debris exploded outward. Adrina jumped out of the way. When she turned back, it seemed she was alone.
“Vilmos, Vilmos?” she called out through the smoke. She coughed and sputtered.
Vilmos groaned, said, “Here, I’m here.”
When the smoke cleared they found the doors remained. Two white and two black.
“Doorways to nowhere,” Vilmos grumbled.
“No,” Adrina said, “It’s a puzzle. White is life. Black is death. One of you is mine regardless. Two as one. Don’t you see?”
“If you only knew.” Vilmos put his hands to his head. “We choose white then?”
Adrina stopped Vilmos from going to the door. “Not so fast, I don’t think so.”
“Black then?”
“Too easy,” she said, turning about in a close circle. “One of you is mine,” she said to herself as much as Vilmos. “Two as one.”
“We choose white. We have to. He said so. White is life.”
“For us, but what about my brother? Is that death for him then?” The tiny dragon she held squawked as if in response.
“Black then?” she asked, speaking not to Vilmos but to the dragon. The dragon made no response.
“Black and white,” she said. “We choose both.” The dragon squawked and flapped its wings as if to say yes, yes. Adrina was sure that was the right choice.
Vilmos gulped, asked. “Which of us chooses black and dies if you are wrong?”
“I do,” Adrina said stepping up to the black door to her right, grabbing the door handle. “Are you ready?”
Vilmos moved to the white door to his left. He nodded, asked, “You’re sure about this?”
“On the count of three,” Adrina said, closing her eyes, preparing herself for whatever might come. She turned to Vilmos, made sure he was ready. “Three,” she said without counting one and two. She opened the door, stepped into darkness.