It had only been a day since Theseus had left King Minos' castle. Ariadne, Minos' daughter, had given him a ball of blue wool after their night together. She said that it would guide him through the maze. Theseus reluctantly took it, slightly surprised by this mortal's empty mindedness. How was a ball of wool going to guide the demigod son of Poseidon through the cursed Labyrinth? It made no sense. At least, not to him.
So, with four mortal companions Theseus set out into the maze following her advice to keep on unrolling the ball of wool so the he could find his way back. One of his companions said to him," Theseus, don't get the feeling that we're being-" He was tackled and killed. By something like a bull. The Minotaur. Theseus and all of his companions drew their swords and stood back to back, trying to figure out from where the man-bull would strike next. From above. He came from above crushing all three of his friends leaving only Theseus and the Minotaur. The bull's hot breath smelled like a dead body, slowly rotting away. It charged right into where Theseus should have been except that he slid under the Minotaur and stabbed it with his sword. But that was not enough. Not even close.
It charged again this time catching him in his stomach sending him flying back. Theseus knew it would charge again. And it did. But this time he was prepared. Using his demigodly gift he willed any water in the area to rise and in a split second movement, commanded it hit the bull's face. For a while the Minotaur was blinded. This was his chance. He ran and cut off on of it's horns and stabbed it through the heart. First with the horn and then with his own sword. The Minotaur was gone. Now Theseus could command the Athenian armies to not only take over Sparta, but Crete as well.
So, with four mortal companions Theseus set out into the maze following her advice to keep on unrolling the ball of wool so the he could find his way back. One of his companions said to him," Theseus, don't get the feeling that we're being-" He was tackled and killed. By something like a bull. The Minotaur. Theseus and all of his companions drew their swords and stood back to back, trying to figure out from where the man-bull would strike next. From above. He came from above crushing all three of his friends leaving only Theseus and the Minotaur. The bull's hot breath smelled like a dead body, slowly rotting away. It charged right into where Theseus should have been except that he slid under the Minotaur and stabbed it with his sword. But that was not enough. Not even close.
It charged again this time catching him in his stomach sending him flying back. Theseus knew it would charge again. And it did. But this time he was prepared. Using his demigodly gift he willed any water in the area to rise and in a split second movement, commanded it hit the bull's face. For a while the Minotaur was blinded. This was his chance. He ran and cut off on of it's horns and stabbed it through the heart. First with the horn and then with his own sword. The Minotaur was gone. Now Theseus could command the Athenian armies to not only take over Sparta, but Crete as well.