At the end of the maze, he found nothing. The dizzying corridors and crumbled stone halls had let him nowhere. No beast, no treasure. nothing.

The center was dark. And empty. He dropped his axe, and kicked the wall. He had had been wandering in the darkness for days, his food was gone and his water would follow soon. It was all for nothing, there was no minotaur in this labyrinth. Just another tall tale those humans islanders told each other. He snarled, stamping his hoof down. It’s not like they even described a minotaur correctly, he’d know after all-he was one. He laughed at the irony, he followed the story, and now there was a starving minotaur in the center of the labyrinth.

As the thought crossed his mind, wall-sconces lit with a sudden spark from an unseen hand. They illuminated a new chamber -previously hidden in the numb darkness. In the chamber he saw a sudden glinting of light- on gold perhaps. He rushed into the chamber and seized the items on the altar. they were gauntlets, and fit his powerful forearms perfectly.

As they slipped on, he began to feel strange. The fur from his arms vanished. Human flesh replaced fur, dissapearing in waves from the new gauntlets. The strange baldness surprised him, despite new strength that followed in their wake. His chest too went bald, and he felt a strange hunger, an anger building inside- at himself, at the guantlets, the islanders,at the humans who did this to him. He grew larger as the gauntlets’s energies latched on to him. They leeched away parts of memory and pumped savage strength and bloodthirst in return. He wasn’t a minotaur anymore, he was The Minotaur.

A s rage consumed him, he let out a bellow that shook the foundations of the labyrinth, even the island trembled. As The Minotaur picked up his axe, he heard a door open somewhere in the labyrinth, a breath of fresh air wafted into the stone prison, carrying the scent… of humans.
The torches went out, and red eyes waited patiently in the darkness…

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Ziggy’s minotaur has a bloodthirsty experience in an abandoned labyrinth, losing himself and changing to THE MINOTAUR from legend.

The imposed image is a photo of the Labyrinth-image from one of the portico pillars from Lucca Cathderal, in Italy.

Commissioned by: zigzagziggy
Greek Commissions: Lines + Color
Photoshop
2017
~Age