There was something oddly familiar about this beast. His red eyes, huge horns, and freakishly human body, strangely rang a bell. No pun intended. It reminded me of a dark past but it was too fuzzy to remember and something about it made fresh tears spring to my eyes. What’s wrong with me? I thought nervously. I realized that the bull, wait no, Minotaur! I read about this creep in a greek mythology textbook. One of the only things I ever chose to read because was dyslexia didn’t act up when I read them.
I shoved Claire out of the way just before it flattened her. The thing busted down the walls and ran off into the woods. Leaving me wondering why he was so familiar. I didn’t have more than 10 seconds to think before a piece of plywood came down on my head. Knocking me out cold.
I woke up in the middle of the afternoon the next day. Claire was sitting in a chair beside my bed. Her light brown hair hung limp against her face. She looked pale but otherwise fine. We both had dirt all over our faces and multiple holes torn in our clothes. The images of the night before had haunted my dreams and there was a thin line glaze of sweat covering my body.
I examined myself in the mirror, inspecting every visible inch. A few scrapes here and there paired with a gigantic bump on my head didn’t make my mood much better.
“What was that.” Claire whispered, her eyes wide, pupils dilated.
“The Minotaur” I muttered. “It’s a greek monster that King Minos kept it hidden in a labyrinth, where he used it to frighten his enemies.” I added. How do I know that?!
“How do you know that? Since when do you pay attention in class?” she asked.
“Stop staring at me like that,” I retorted, slightly annoyed, “I don’t know how I know. I just do.”
She gave me one more quizzical look and then turned away.
“Here are your clothes girls” my mom said as she entered the room and handed each of us a fresh pair of clothing. “Don’t forget to clean up, someone is waiting downstairs for you.” she warned before exiting.
“Who on earth would be HERE to visit US?” Claire grumbled as she stripped off her shirt and slipped into the new one.
“I don’t care, let’s just get this over with.” I mutter and roll my eyes.
My mom had given my a cute light blue halter top with studded dark blue skinny jeans. I slipped on my favourite pair of paddock boots and went into the bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth.
Claire was wearing a light purple tank top with a pair of white jean shorts and sneakers. I have to admit she looked pretty good for a girl who was just attacked by a monster that’s only supposed to exist in fairy tales.
When we were both prepped and ready, we skipped down the stairs and into the kitchen. I grabbed water bottles from the fridge for me and Claire. Then we went into the living room.
At the sight of the boy sitting on the couch I let the bottle slipped from my grasp and before I could blink he had caught it. He stood holding it out to me and smiling.
"Hello," he murmured in a thick Irish accent, "My name is Niall."