Chapter 1 The Minotaur
Chapter 1
“What is a minotaur?” you might ask. Traditionally, they are depicted as creatures with a human body and a bull’s head—usually male. Legends of them stretch all the way back to Ancient Greece, from a time when the line between fact and myth was much harder to draw. But what if I told you that minotaurs are actually real? You just need to know how and where to look for them.
Let me introduce myself—I’m Minna Blue. I work as a writer for The Wing, one of the most respected supernatural magazines around. And the story I’m about to tell you is going to shock a lot of people—even those within the supernatural community. But as with every good story, I should start at the very beginning.
As I said, my name is Minna Blue, and I am a dragon. I share my home with an angel—or rather, a fallen angel—named Amon. He is great company most of the time, but not when I am buried under piles of overdue work. My editors were not happy with me at all; in fact, they were furious. So I decided I needed a holiday to clear my head. I chose to go to Ice Bay, located in the far reaches of the South Pole. I planned to spend my time ice swimming, hunting for rare lava rocks, tracking the elusive snowy elfling fox, and doing a spot of shark fishing. It sounded like fun, and who knows—I might even come back with a story or two.
I was busy packing my bags when Amon wandered into my room.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“Packing,” I replied.
“Are you leaving?”
“I’m going on holiday.”
“Where to?”
“Ice Bay.”
“Going there hoping to pick up on the rumours about minotaurs?”
“And what if I am?”
“There’s a club there, you know. It’s run by a minotaur.”
“Minotaurs aren’t real,” I said dismissively.
That’s rich coming from a dragon talking to a fallen angel, he thought—or perhaps said.
“Don’t be cheeky,” I snapped.
“Well, if you are going, I’m coming too,” he said. “But I warn you—it might not be good for our friendship.”
“I’m leaving in the morning,” I told him.
“Then we’re leaving tomorrow together.”
“I’ve only booked a double room.”
“I suppose we’ll just have to share a bed then.”
“Don’t even think about trying anything on with me,” I warned.
“Alright, alright—message received,” he laughed.
