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The contours of the dark, glum labyrinth seemed so randomly generated; certainly it was not a place one would want to venture into unknowingly of their destination.  It was the year 303 B.C., during which Daedalus constructed this gigantic maze.  It was clear that his goal was to keep whatever he wanted cut off from the rest of the world within the labyrinth.  It was but a mere myth to some, but a few people were quite sure that what was being held in this labyrinth was a terrible monstrosity… perhaps not even human.

“If the constructor of this place wanted to assure the beast would not escape his great maze, he surely succeeded,” Theseus quietly assured himself, feeling around the walls of the labyrinth.  He said to himself confidently, “When I’m through with you, beast, no more Athenians will have to suffer your mighty wrath.  You’ll finally be at peace.”  Theseus held on to his sienna brown ball of thread with a tight grip, anxious about encountering the Minotaur.  As he crept deeper and deeper within the entrails of the maze, heaps of bones lied scattered among the halls.  Every ninth year, by order of King Minos, seven maidens and seven youths of Athens would be sent to the island of Crete to be sacrificed to the Minotaur.  Though Theseus voluntarily took on the duty to slay the Minotaur, he was definitely uneasy about the thought of the beast.

Not too far off from Theseus’s current position, a crunching sound seemed to project in a small radius from the source.  Theseus quickly drew the knife from his scabbard, turning in all directions as he could.  He now proceeded to venture further onward, knife out in a defensive position.  He was getting closer and closer to the sound of the crunching.  Theseus could now very clearly hear the monstrous gnawing around the bone, ridding it of its succulent human flesh.  He squinted his eyes sharply to survey the surroundings, only before the sound of a bone smashing against the ground.  The sound came from close behind Theseus.

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The deafening sound made Theseus freeze for a few seconds, but he realized quickly what it was.  Springing forward, Theseus continued to hold out his knife, turning and staring at the beast that was feasting on the meat.  The Minotaur, as Theseus soon saw, did not look like an ordinary herbivorous bovine.  Instead, the bull’s head it possessed seemed more squashed and ferocious, with a few canine teeth instead of a full set of layered molars.  While the arms and torso of the Minotaur appeared human, its feet were two-toed hooves the size of a human head, and the hindquarters of an average bull.
The Minotaur let out a long growl, as he gazed at the small human.  In a very deep, growling drawl the Minotaur grumbled, “I have finished off the last lady of Father’s last offering.  You seem to be food, yet you carry a blade with confidence.”

Theseus replied to the beast, “I have come to put an end to your feasts of the innocent women and children of Athens.  If you must be satiated with the flesh of my people, then the only redemption for you is death.”  At these words, he made a lunge towards the Minotaur but mistook his stab, which sent him foolishly forward.

“You shall not leave this chamber with my head!” the Minotaur bellowed.  He backed up further from Theseus, saying, “It was Father who sent you, was it not?”

“King Minos granted me access to the labyrinth, knowing of my will to have you exterminated.”

The Minotaur had a look of shock on his face, quickly wiped away with an intense rage.  He started to scrape his hoof against the hard, stone floor, and within seconds was charging full speed into Theseus.  As the Minotaur advanced towards Theseus, the man held out his knife and lunged it towards the beast’s heart, but it instead diverged against the Minotaur’s thick, meaty arm.  Still charging into Theseus, the Minotaur grabbed the man by his sides, knocking the combat knife out of his hands with his giant horns.  Suddenly, Theseus was backed up into a wall, about five feet off the ground.

Struggling to free himself, Theseus cried, “Even if you do get out of this alive, the King’s men of Crete will bring you down!  You may defeat me, but you are only prolonging your unfortunate demise.”  The last feeling Theseus had in his body was a sharp, pitch-black horn piercing his skin and goring the innards in his abdomen.  The brave Athenian man Theseus was slain by the mighty Minotaur, with not a soul to know of his death.

The Minotaur hoisted the corpse over his shoulder, making off towards one of the deeper entrails of the labyrinth.  It was not until a few seconds passing that the beast noticed a sienna brown thread lying on the floor of the maze; he dropped his prey almost instantly.

Description
The contours of the dark, glum labyrinth seemed so randomly generated; certainly it was not a place one would want to venture into unknowingly of their destination.  It was the year 303 B.C., during which Daedalus constructed this gigantic maze.  It was clear that his goal was to keep whatever he wanted cut off from the rest of the world within the labyrinth.  It was but a mere myth to some, but a few people were quite sure that what was being held in this labyrinth was a terrible monstrosity… perhaps not even human.

“If the constructor of this place wanted to assure the beast would not escape his great maze, he surely succeeded,” Theseus quietly assured himself, feeling around the walls of the labyrinth.  He said to himself confidently, “When I’m through with you, beast, no more Athenians will have to suffer your mighty wrath.  You’ll finally be at peace.”  Theseus held on to his sienna brown ball of thread with a tight grip, anxious about encountering the Minotaur.  As he crept deeper and deeper within the entrails of the maze, heaps of bones lied scattered among the halls.  Every ninth year, by order of King Minos, seven maidens and seven youths of Athens would be sent to the island of Crete to be sacrificed to the Minotaur.  Though Theseus voluntarily took on the duty to slay the Minotaur, he was definitely uneasy about the thought of the beast.

Not too far off from Theseus’s current position, a crunching sound seemed to project in a small radius from the source.  Theseus quickly drew the knife from his scabbard, turning in all directions as he could.  He now proceeded to venture further onward, knife out in a defensive position.  He was getting closer and closer to the sound of the crunching.  Theseus could now very clearly hear the monstrous gnawing around the bone, ridding it of its succulent human flesh.  He squinted his eyes sharply to survey the surroundings, only before the sound of a bone smashing against the ground.  The sound came from close behind Theseus.

******

The deafening sound made Theseus freeze for a few seconds, but he realized quickly what it was.  Springing forward, Theseus continued to hold out his knife, turning and staring at the beast that was feasting on the meat.  The Minotaur, as Theseus soon saw, did not look like an ordinary herbivorous bovine.  Instead, the bull’s head it possessed seemed more squashed and ferocious, with a few canine teeth instead of a full set of layered molars.  While the arms and torso of the Minotaur appeared human, its feet were two-toed hooves the size of a human head, and the hindquarters of an average bull.
The Minotaur let out a long growl, as he gazed at the small human.  In a very deep, growling drawl the Minotaur grumbled, “I have finished off the last lady of Father’s last offering.  You seem to be food, yet you carry a blade with confidence.”

Theseus replied to the beast, “I have come to put an end to your feasts of the innocent women and children of Athens.  If you must be satiated with the flesh of my people, then the only redemption for you is death.”  At these words, he made a lunge towards the Minotaur but mistook his stab, which sent him foolishly forward.

“You shall not leave this chamber with my head!” the Minotaur bellowed.  He backed up further from Theseus, saying, “It was Father who sent you, was it not?”

“King Minos granted me access to the labyrinth, knowing of my will to have you exterminated.”

The Minotaur had a look of shock on his face, quickly wiped away with an intense rage.  He started to scrape his hoof against the hard, stone floor, and within seconds was charging full speed into Theseus.  As the Minotaur advanced towards Theseus, the man held out his knife and lunged it towards the beast’s heart, but it instead diverged against the Minotaur’s thick, meaty arm.  Still charging into Theseus, the Minotaur grabbed the man by his sides, knocking the combat knife out of his hands with his giant horns.  Suddenly, Theseus was backed up into a wall, about five feet off the ground.

Struggling to free himself, Theseus cried, “Even if you do get out of this alive, the King’s men of Crete will bring you down!  You may defeat me, but you are only prolonging your unfortunate demise.”  The last feeling Theseus had in his body was a sharp, pitch-black horn piercing his skin and goring the innards in his abdomen.  The brave Athenian man Theseus was slain by the mighty Minotaur, with not a soul to know of his death.

The Minotaur hoisted the corpse over his shoulder, making off towards one of the deeper entrails of the labyrinth.  It was not until a few seconds passing that the beast noticed a sienna brown thread lying on the floor of the maze; he dropped his prey almost instantly.