You are the parent of the one and only Minotaur! Well- kind of- you didn’t birth it [unless you want that story you freak-]. You are a god/goddess, you create the animals and creatures and life on the mortal plain.

But life could get lonely on its own…so, you tried to create a child to take care of. But because you were so used to creating animals and creatures, it didn’t go so well. Thus came the baby Minotaur…

You stared down at the creature as it wailed and cried on the ground. It’s human like body covered with a soft layer of fur, it’s head that of a baby bull with a tuft of curly brown hair on it’s head and a little tail from it’s backside

You weren’t sure what to do. Gods didn’t raise children…well, not that you had seen of course. But this was still new territory for you! How were you going to take care of this little creature when you had duties to take care of yourself

No human could care for such a thing…their mortal brain wouldn’t be able to comprehend the fact that this thing exists…

But it was still a baby…