You are the god of life, of creation, hearth, and home. Everything in this realm is your creation. Your children. Now, you’ve created something new, a ‘Minotaur’ as you’ve dubbed him.

Minotaur huffs, jabbing his stick further into the dirt. He’s only a few years old, too young to be on his own, so you’re raising him. “Look,” he says, little ears twitching, “drew me and you.” In the dirt is a stick figure drawing of the both of you.