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// 6 
// Story: Book 1 - The Behemoth came to Canterlot 
// by Equimorto 
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He was somewhat disappointed, all things considered.
It looked like it was just a lever. A simple, straightforward mechanism that would open a door. He felt kind of cheated by the lack of a puzzle. That didn't count as a puzzle. Interact with element A to cause event B didn't really count as a puzzle, not unless it was for a creature who couldn't intuitively understand cause and effect relationships. Which he was not, and he felt somewhat insulted at the notion that he might be considered one.
He'd actually expected it to be more complex at the start. Perhaps the apparent simplicity was merely a trick, a trap for him to fall into. He had carefully observed the scene, trying to figure out what else there could be to it, what other details might be hidden. But through careful observation of every corner of the place, he had determined that there was nothing for him to find. It really was just a lever and a door. He felt disappointed.
He wouldn't feel better about it if it turned out to be something else. Not after all the time he'd spent looking around. If something was there and he'd missed it, then either it was hidden too well or it wasn't meant to be found at all, and that meant it was a case of either bad or malicious design. He wasn't a fan of either. He'd even checked the ceiling, and everyone knew nothing important was ever supposed to be on the ceiling.
Either way, there was nothing left to do but pull the lever. Which he supposed he ought to do. He would and should eventually have done it either way, really, but being there nothing more he could find really did mean it was time to. He prepared himself, unsure of whether he'd rather be disappointed as his assumption turned out to be true or bothered by it being disproven. Knowing only one would come true and therefore he'd never know the other and never be able to compare the two properly, he pulled the lever.
A door opened in front of him, on the side of the tunnel, behind it a staircase leading upwards. He had been right, after all. Disappointment it was then. But living in disappointment wasn't fun, and he had other, better things to do, and so he shook his head and began to walk up the staircase. It looked like there would finally be an exit at the end of it.