The Minotaur Page #2

A retelling

• Fantasy
• Fiction
• History
• Short story
• Action and Adventure

								

Thirteen more showed up, some walking right up to him always hurting him and launching him into a rage he can’t control that has left them like the first, sleeping. Some he finds days or even weeks later in the maze, one left bloody claw marks on the entrance slumped on the ground, body sunken in fingernails broken from the scaping. Lips cracked and eyes stuck wide in horror, Asterion felt bad for him. He looked like he hoped his mother would come for him soon. He waited longer, and every once and a while more people would come, always fourteen of them. There wasn’t much rhyme or reason to it he could see, soon Asterion was large, harry, and strong. He towered over the men and women who would walk into the maze but none of them were who he was looking for. He still felt that ache deep inside of him, he couldn’t help but get enraged when he saw someone and it turned out to not be his mother.
It had been some time since any people had come, a few years as it always was, Asterion was drawing again as the sun beat down on him. His fur kept him warm making him sweat, and he could barely see. It all made him so sleepy. He lays down next to a picture of his mother as beautiful as he remembers her and closes his eyes for a nap. His snoring rang out through the maze for every creature to hear he dreams a sweet dream of bathtime with his mother, walking in a field and holding her hand as she tells him how much she missed him. He woke to footsteps, opening his eyes and looking around him hopefully but seeing no one. His vision was so much better at night, that he saw string on the ground making its way over to him and ending at his feet tied to a sword in the hands of a man. This was still not his mother, Asterion roars at the man just as he starts to get up. The man is quick and runs around him, tangling his legs with the string and making Asterion fall over. He tries to get up but the man jumps on him yelling about the gods giving him strength once again calling Asterion a beast. Asterion sits up but feels a pain in his chest when the man slices through him, blood pours from the wound and all of the anger he felt before melts away, He sees the man’s determined look and roars at the blinding pain moving through him trying to grab at the sword piercing his chest. He sees the blood and remembers the lifeless eyes of the first girl, he remembers the fear in the man he found at the entrance, he remembers the fear of that first night, the cold he felt, He feels that cold now. He remembers how tired he was when he couldn’t find anything to eat or drink, he’s still tired. Asterion calls again for his mother to help him weakly, his heart beats slowly but he is scared, he looks at the sky sees the stars twinkling down at him, and thinks of his mother telling him to look up at them. Asterion was named for the stars. He finally hears her, his mother calling for him. She's finally come to take him home but he’s so tired he can’t stand. His eyelids are heavy and he’s ready for a nap, he can see the sun peak over the wall of the maze as he closes his eyes. When he opens them again he feels the sun warm like his mother’s smile as she watches him, it wraps around him like a blanket and he welcomes its embrace. Toddling through the soft grass it reaches his nose and tickles him making him giggle, before he is scooped up into the arms of the queen feeling her touch her forehead to his. He holds her face in his small hands, feeling the soft skin and smiling up at her as well. 
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