The Minoan Lover

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Chapter 4

“And what about you, you haven’t said much all night.”

Dinner date was a setup, as it’s just me and Theo.

“What do you want to know?” He asks, a piece of bloody meat hanging from his fork.

“Why do you smell funny?”

Well that came out wrong...

“Funny, as in...?”

“Attractive, pleasant...”

“Mates will always remember each other’s scents.”

Oh, okay...

“Pheromones.” He says, touching my hand.

An audible gasp escapes my lips. Now, I’d know that touch anywhere. Moving my hand from his, I’m shocked... this can’t be.

“Why not?”

“What?”

“You said, that this can’t be.” He says.

“I didn’t say it, I thought it.”

“I know.”

Okay, now this is getting strange as hell.

“You haven’t even begun, to experience the strange and unusual.”

I don’t know what to say, am I being threatened?

His handsome face, turns into the beast, the Minotaur. I’m out of my seat, with a quickness, that almost overturns the table.

The patrons of the restaurant have all gone quiet, and I’m too afraid to be mortified.

“Are you okay, Miss?” Asks, the waiter.

“My mate just received some shocking news, could you bring the bill, please.” Says, Theo.

“Theseus, and Ariadne, here in this time...?”

“Yes.” I reply, to Nick’s question.

“Do you know how crazy this sounds?”

“I know, but it’s true. He showed me who or what he was.”

“So... Theo, Theseus is the Minotaur?”

“Yes.”

“And... Ariana, AKA Ariadne, is a Minotaur, also?”

“Yes, he told me.”

“What do they want, and what are they doing out of the Labyrinth, after all this time?”

“I don’t know, but I’m going to find out.”

***************

“Miss. Lennox.”

It’s the Curator of the Heraklion Museum, an acute, studious looking man.

“Mr. Magoulus...” I state, accepting his hand.

Taking me to an office, I’m offered a seat.

“You had some questions, about the history of the Minotaur, in Greek legend.”

“Yeah, could the story have been inaccurately chronicled?”

“Of course, all history is picked apart, and put back together, as those in power see fit.”

“The story goes, that the Minotaur was killed by Theseus, but could Theseus have been the monster?”

“Did Professor Talaos, send you?” He asks, coming to his feet.

“Professor who?”

“He was the Curator, before me. He claimed to be, a descendent of King Aegeus of Athens.”

“And was he?”

“So, he claimed...”

“So, Ariadne and Theseus weren’t brother and sister?”

“No, of course not...”

I don’t understand... Lies, or misconstrued information... “Was there ever a story told, of Theseus being the Minotaur?” I ask, needing to know the truth.

“Professor Talaos, he did prove something, if not his heritage. Theseus killed the Minotaur, and then again... he didn’t.”

“Either he did or he didn’t.”

“He slew the Minotaur, which angered Poseidon, who in turned cursed Theseus.”

“He turned him into a Minotaur.”

“Yes, and as the story goes, he’s still alive somewhere, hidden away in the Labyrinth.”

“Will he be freed if someone found the Labyrinth?”

“No, the curse will remain, he must offer a sacrifice to Poseidon.”

“What kind sacrifice?”

“The ultimate sacrifice, the gods of old craved blood. They love the smell, the taste of it... so much so, that they fed on us mortals, but that’s a story saved for another time.”

“He has to kill himself?”

“No, sacrifice his child, born of mortal and Beast.”

“I don’t know what I look like, but I know that my eyes must be round as saucers.”

“It’s a myth... a story.” He says, with amusement.

“It’s not a myth, it’s not a story.” That comes from Professor Talaos. I’d searched and found him, and his retelling of Theseus and the Minotaur is similar.

“Theseus will have to make a sacrifice, and it will have to be his child. The curse has to be passed on, but it can’t be done by him alone.”

I’m already scared out of my mind, I lay with the beast. “Ariadne, she has to make the sacrifice also, the gods are a greedy lot, it’s two or nothing at all.”

“My brother...”

“What do you mean?”

“I found the Minotaur, or he found me. The earth opened up, and in, there was a tunnel a Labyrinth...”

“Lit by torches...” He finishes.

“Yeah, and... and...”

“You found them...”

“Yeah.”

I’m almost embarrassed to answer the next question, that I’m sure is coming.

“Did you... deny him?”

In my silence, I think back to that time. “It’s not like I had a choice...”

“Oh my god...”

“He was already going to work, I just woke up...”

“But you could have said no, before he finished, did he impregnate you?”

“I don’t know...”

“What do you mean, that you don’t know? You’re old enough to know if a man...”

“Oh.. well... yeah, he did...finish.”

“Well... it’s not like you’re letting anything negative, loose into the world.”

“I’m not doing anything.”

“He’s been locked in that hole, with a woman that he jilted since the Bronze age, he did what he did, for a reason. He wants out, and your child is the ticket.”

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