Lazarus Jewel Box

The dragon slithered out from its lair
and hissed out, "You have a choice.
To either open this box and view your
end, or gaze in this mirror and see countless
others that will flow from your actions
from this day forth and beyond.
Choose now, or never return to your
hearth and family."
Now this here was a quandary,
for never had Sir Kendrix Meron
made any sort of choice in his privileged life.
From the time he had been but a pink
little bundle, everything had been placed before
him on a silver platter, quite literally. Never had
he wanted for anything, nor even had
to think about which boots to wear or which
jacket would go best with his new neon doublet
(and none of them did, which was why he had
never once worn that particular doublet in
public, but only as pajamas, once the palace
seamstress had altered it fit for a night gown).
In short, to be faced with such a weighty question
when he had had so little experience with questions
and choices and that sort of thing was close to
pushing him over the edge and into a state of
babbling, nervous anxiety (which here was nearly
the case with Sir Kendrix Meron).
Struck almost dumb, Sir Kendrx Meron pondered
over the glittering vermilion dragon's query,
then asked a question in return:
"Might I see you do it first?"