The voice in the Labyrinthe

Cherry

By well-wisher

Mon, 05 Feb 2018
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Lythia made her way along the grim, torchlit coridoor.
She heard the sound of the beast crying from deep within the Labyrinthe.
She could feel its pain.
 
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It was the pain of being a prisoner from birth; hated, feared and despised.
It was the pain of utter loneliness; a life alone in a labyrinthe of darkness with nothing but death for a companion.
 
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She saw the floor of the corridor littered with gnawed at bones and empty, blood stained armour; remains of all the proud, handsome warriors who had come into the labyrinthe to slay the beast but who had never come out again.
 
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"I'm coming! I'm coming!", she said, turning another corner and hearing the sound of the creature grow louder; feeling its sadness even harder to bear.
Then she saw it emmerge from the shadows; a semi-giant, half human and half animal, its matted fur and its horns covered with the blood of those who had been sacrificed to it and whom it had consumed rather than die of starvation.
But she wasn't afraid of it.
She had felt its heart and knew that within it there was still something gentle and kind; longing for love and compassion.
She placed a hand upon the side of its broad, uneven face, stroking it and at once the creature knew who she was; a girl who had been sent down into the Labyrithe because she posessed "The Gift", the gift of being able to read the minds of man and beast; that just like it she had been feared and shunned.
"But we can defeat them. We can escape this place", she said, gazing into its eyes and smiling, "There are better places than this; brighter and beautiful places and we'll go somewhere where we can both be free".
She felt the hand of the creature touch her face gently and in its heart it felt something it had never felt before; the feeling of hope.
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Comments

Submitted by Zabeth on

I like the idea of a twist on the Theseus myth, that the minotaur can be "defeated" through empathy as opposed to simply being slayed. Does the heroine have to be telepathic for this to occur? You mention this "gift" but it doesn't seem to come into play. Or is this the first chapter of a larger story in which it will become relevant? 

I would take another pass at proofreading- there are a few spelling errors.