The History Paper
You are wrong. If you choose door 2, then the inscriptions on door 1 and 4 are true. This does not fit the guidelines.
Luna laughed. “Oh, human,” she said condescendingly, “unfortunately, you’ve only proven my point.”
Chase swore under his breath, his tension practically rolling off him. “You better fix this, genius,” he muttered.
You plastered the most dramatic scared and upset look you could on your face. “Luna,” you began, pleading, “we need your help. You don’t understand, we need to get out. Our families will never get closure, they’ll be wondering where we went for the rest of their lives. I’m my parent’s only child; I can’t do that to them.”
Luna rolled her eyes, “really, you think this is going to work on me? You should have considered all of this before you made your decision.”
“Please, we have to get out of here. I haven’t even finished college yet – there’s so much I still want to do. How could you do that?”
“You can’t even propose a logical argument.” Her tone was cold. “Instead, all you propose is a fallacy. Argumentum ad passions – an appeal to the emotions.” She leaned back and tilted her head up. “Pathetic. Not only do I not believe this, but you’ve just destroyed any future potential trust.” You smiled. “Why are you smiling, human? Don’t you understand – I beat you, I won.”
“Au contraire,” you said, holding her eye contact. “You were so cocky, you too ‘proposed a fallacy.’”
“Oh?” She cocked an eyebrow, entertaining you.
You swallowed hard. “Yes. Haven’t you heard of the fallacy fallacy?” Not waiting for a reply, you continued, “it’s when you automatically dismiss someone’s argument just because it’s a fallacy. Although I may have been hoping to manipulate your feelings—”
“If she even has any,” Chase added.
“However, what I said was true. You cannot discredit me or my point simply because of it.”
Luna squinted at you. “Touché.” She pushed herself off the desk. “I suppose you are smarter than what I give you credit for.”
“Help us,” you said, tone unwavering. “Although I may not have solved your riddle, didn’t I still prove myself?”
She grew quiet, thinking. “I will help you, on one condition.”
“Anything.”
“Ahh, watch your words, human; you don’t even know what I was thinking,” she said, “My condition is simple: when you do die, I want a rematch – no manipulation.”
You smiled. “Of course.”
“How do we get out?” Chase asked.
“Well, I cannot let you out. You will need to meet with Hades and propose your case, but it is unlikely he will listen to just you and me.” She paused to think. “There’s a party at the castle. We’ll talk to Persephone – she’s more reasonable – and see what she suggests. I will be there to advocate on your behalf, but after we get an answer, I will be leaving you on your own.”
“Thank you,” you could hear the relief in your voice.
“Don’t thank me yet, I don’t even know if your request is possible.” She started walking towards a door behind the desk. “Follow me, we have to get you ready for tonight. We must hurry or you'll start fading soon.”
Luna laughed. “Oh, human,” she said condescendingly, “unfortunately, you’ve only proven my point.”
Chase swore under his breath, his tension practically rolling off him. “You better fix this, genius,” he muttered.
You plastered the most dramatic scared and upset look you could on your face. “Luna,” you began, pleading, “we need your help. You don’t understand, we need to get out. Our families will never get closure, they’ll be wondering where we went for the rest of their lives. I’m my parent’s only child; I can’t do that to them.”
Luna rolled her eyes, “really, you think this is going to work on me? You should have considered all of this before you made your decision.”
“Please, we have to get out of here. I haven’t even finished college yet – there’s so much I still want to do. How could you do that?”
“You can’t even propose a logical argument.” Her tone was cold. “Instead, all you propose is a fallacy. Argumentum ad passions – an appeal to the emotions.” She leaned back and tilted her head up. “Pathetic. Not only do I not believe this, but you’ve just destroyed any future potential trust.” You smiled. “Why are you smiling, human? Don’t you understand – I beat you, I won.”
“Au contraire,” you said, holding her eye contact. “You were so cocky, you too ‘proposed a fallacy.’”
“Oh?” She cocked an eyebrow, entertaining you.
You swallowed hard. “Yes. Haven’t you heard of the fallacy fallacy?” Not waiting for a reply, you continued, “it’s when you automatically dismiss someone’s argument just because it’s a fallacy. Although I may have been hoping to manipulate your feelings—”
“If she even has any,” Chase added.
“However, what I said was true. You cannot discredit me or my point simply because of it.”
Luna squinted at you. “Touché.” She pushed herself off the desk. “I suppose you are smarter than what I give you credit for.”
“Help us,” you said, tone unwavering. “Although I may not have solved your riddle, didn’t I still prove myself?”
She grew quiet, thinking. “I will help you, on one condition.”
“Anything.”
“Ahh, watch your words, human; you don’t even know what I was thinking,” she said, “My condition is simple: when you do die, I want a rematch – no manipulation.”
You smiled. “Of course.”
“How do we get out?” Chase asked.
“Well, I cannot let you out. You will need to meet with Hades and propose your case, but it is unlikely he will listen to just you and me.” She paused to think. “There’s a party at the castle. We’ll talk to Persephone – she’s more reasonable – and see what she suggests. I will be there to advocate on your behalf, but after we get an answer, I will be leaving you on your own.”
“Thank you,” you could hear the relief in your voice.
“Don’t thank me yet, I don’t even know if your request is possible.” She started walking towards a door behind the desk. “Follow me, we have to get you ready for tonight. We must hurry or you'll start fading soon.”