I took the yarn that Ariadne gave me. Right now, it's the only thing that comforted me. Taking it, I feel that a part of her was with me. My heart was pounding hard, as if it was about to leap out of my throat and escape. But there was no escape. Not in here. I know that I have to do this. I have to do what was right.

I tied the yarn around a post near the entrance, and pressed on. Soon, the darkness surrounded me. It was all around me and inside me. Completely consumed me, as if it was never going to let me go. I concentrated on the way leading in to darkness. I turned left and the strong smell of rotten meat rushed to me. Littered on the ground were bones from the Minotaur's last meal. I carefully stepped around it, taking care not to crush any of the already shattered carcass. I watched as the maggots wriggled around the rotting flesh as they have been disturbed.

The tunnels ahead of me was long and damp. It stank of wet fur and blood. It was lightly lit with candles on both side of the passage. The walls and the floor was covered by damp moss.

It was not a fun place to hang out.

I wondered where the Minotaur was. Has he heard me coming? Was he waiting for me? Was I strong enough to beat him or was I dessert? Was he just lurking around the next corner waiting to strike out?

In this terrifying place, my own imagination was what's destroying me. I rounded the next corner and suddenly there he was. The Minotaur, he was huge, his horn was at least two feet long and his whole body was covered with fur. Not the soft fluffy fur, but each of them was razor sharp and as hard as needles. He reeked of the sewage. I raised my sword immediately, ready to defend myself. That when I realized that he was fast asleep. His stomach rose and fell as he took each of his breath. One of them will be his last, I thought. He will not live another day to do harm.

I steadied myself with a deep breath. This is it. The moment of truth. If I could do this then everyone will be free from the torment of the Minotaur. I have to succeed.

I tightened my grip on my sword, then took one shaky step towards the Minotaur. Then it happened. I slipped on the slippery moss and fell back hard on the ground. And my sword fell to the ground with a loud clank.

The Minotaur bolted awake. He recovered fast and saw that his intruder was just a human, he jumped on me. At the last impossible second. I brought my sword upright and impaled him on it. He struggled for a bit then went limp. I rolled his heavy body off me. My sword was red with blood. It was red with triumph.

I did it. I won.