The hero sighed. “That was enchanted thread to help me find my way out of the maze. Why did you swallow it?” The thread now blazed across the minotaurs stomach, coiling in a glowing replica of the labyrinth.
“I thought it was licorice rope,” the creature said. The hero had come to slay the him, but he found the fearsome monster had the mind and heart of a child.
“Why would you think that?” the hero asked. The minotaur shrugged. The artifact burned him, but he was happy. Now his new friend wouldn’t leave him like the all the others.