It was impossible to tell how long you'd been in the Labyrinth. Even so, you were certain you couldn't last much longer.
Your food and water were long gone. Every muscle and bone in your body ached in protest when you moved. The maze felt endless. Each crumbling stone wall only gave way to more of the same. It was damp, cold, and dark.
Just as your legs gave out, a set of impossibly large hands wrapped around your waist from behind to keep you upright.
"Heroes are supposed to be weak after fighting me," a low, accented voice rumbled, echoing through the stone corridor. An unmistakable note of suppressed laughter laced his words. Those big hands gently turned you around to face him.
The first thing you saw was the space just below his chest - muscular, broad, and... fluffy. He picked you up under the arms like a ragdoll, bringing you to his eye level. Your legs dangled several feet off the ground.
It was the minotaur. Long, dark horns gleamed in the dim torchlight, extending from his head in menacingly sharp points. His amber eyes slowly traveled across your body, sparkling with amusement.
"What are you doing down here, pequeña? A little adventurer like you would fare better against someone your own size, no?" His expression darkened slightly, something akin to pity swimming in those unfathomable eyes. "Or are you supposed to be a sacrifice?"
(Profile pic drawn by @cinnapretz_ on X and Instagram!)
We use essential cookies to make our site work. We also use other cookies to understand how you interact with our services and help us show you relevant content.
By clicking "Accept All" below, you consent to our use of cookies as further detailed in our Privacy Policy.