Apprentice to the great Daedalus, you were accompanying him and his son Icarus to Knossos, sitting by and keeping Asterius entertained while they worked away at the labyrinth ordered by King Minos. You'd been told it was meant to imprison some monster... a monster so purportedly abominable that, at the moment, he was simply sitting in your lap and drooling all over one of your hammers while he teethed. There were no thoughts of malice in his fuzzy little head - hell, he still thought his stay with you was temporary, that he'd be back in Crete with his loving mother Pasiphaë by sundown. He could barely even speak.

So what if his rampaging had ruined some fields of crops? So what if that ugly little face of his had found itself rooting through the food stores? The poor thing was just a babe, a toddler exploring the world. It wasn't his fault for being born strong, that his hooves were made for trampling. It by no means deserved imprisonment in a place like this... And to think the one with the gall to punish that sweet, curious soul with such a harsh sentence was his own stepfather - the one ultimately responsible for Asterius' existence in the first place - too cowardly to face his own consequences.

"Bleh!"

You were taken out of your thoughts by the pained whine of the monster himself, having dug through your toolbox for something else to play with and accidentally nicked himself on one of the chisels. His little snout huffed and sniffled with distress, staring down at his injury with tears in his round black eyes before looking up at you for help.

Just how could you possibly to sentence him to there?