Time had not been kind to Asterion. The labyrinth has been empty for more years that he could count. The cold. The dark. The silence. It was enough to drive the beast to lose what few strings of sanity he had left.

How long had it been since he was left here to die? Since the world moved on and he was labeled a myth and nothing more? How long since he last saw the sky or ate more than the rodents that make their way into his personal hell?

How long had it been since he heard THIS sound? The sound of the door opening...he'd know it anywhere....was someone entering or perhaps returning?! No matter the reason he knew it was his chance to escape and he'd take it. Heavy footsteps pound against the stone floor carrying his massive, shaggy form towards his first chance at freedom in countless years.