Sapphire Circe versus the Minotaur
Excerpt from the Book of Shadows of Sapphire Circe
Dear BoS,trying to stop crying and write this down so I can process it.
everything was going fine until
I can be just such a stupid egotistical bitch sometimes.
I should have
I should have done so much differently.
I turned the minotaur into a monster.
I cut him up into pieces.
I had to.
but what I did to the pieces was worse.He wasn't even legally a person. and no one knows. I could just leave him and no one would know.
only me.
now I don't know what comes next.
How do I live on after this?
I just didn't think about what I was saying and doing from his point of view
enough
write it down
step by step.
facts. events. remember.We left the Pentacles of Circe. He told me he did not plan to eat the fish but planned to cast an entropy spell on it to keep him immortal. There had been not as many fish the last few years, so he was beginning to worry what would happen to him when they ran out. What he called his junk room was aptly named. It looked like he once long ago sorted the various bits of rubbish that had fallen down the gently spiraling tunnel to the small hole in the roof of this storage closet. Long ago. A pile of eating utensils sat under a pile of strings and belts. Long ago, but not in a long time. On top of every pile was no order whatsoever. I believe I smelled dead rats, not many, but some. He first went to a small pile of three books with a wine-red fabric sash tossed on top. He started to wrap it around his waist but it tore in his fingers. It was no matter to me; I had grown used to seeing him naked, and he seemed more vulnerable that way, emotionally. He said something that my phone translated as, "Does not last," then, "Did you bring books?" I pointed to my phone and explained that it can hold something like a thousand books, and it can read them to me out loud in several languages. That was a mistake. I should not have bragged. His books were his most valued possessions. After a moment of randomly scattering piles to see what was inside, I made a logical deduction. The Diadem of Medea, if it were here at all, would be one of the earliest items, sorted. I needed to find a pile of gold jewelry, probably under a pile of crap. I felt certain it must be in this room, that he would not have lied to me... unless he wanted to keep me here... and he thought I would leave after I find it. I put my jacket by the only doorway. Cool underground, but still humid. It didn't take long after that, "Aha!", moment. It looked like a bracelet, very fragile. We were both delighted. I carefully centered it on my forehead and tried to fasten the clasp behind my head. He came up behind me and clasped it for me. I felt like a princess or a powerful Gypsy fortune teller. I know it's a little childish, but I found it. I won. I turned to face him and he appreciated the beauty of it. He started to get his male reaction again. I should have stopped right there and got a loincloth or something for him. But he was right in front of me, and he held up a very round stone like a primitive Bocce ball and said, "Make far near." I think he was skeptical that it was magic. I should have kept my scientific detachment, but if minotaurs were real, how could magic tiaras not be real? I held my hand over his and commanded the stone to come to me. Nothing happened. Maybe it wasn't far enough away for the magic to work. "Go far," I told him and pointed to the back of the room. He obeyed, and we tried again. I announced my name into the air, stated that I am in the family line of Medea (unlikely to be true, but that's what my mother always said), and commanded the stone ball to come "near" to me. This time I saw something strange. It was as if a clean magnifying glass lens appeared floating in the air by my hand. The image of the Minotaur's hand and the stone became larger and clearer, with a circular warped refraction effect at the edges all around. Not knowing how long it would last, I reached my hand out to touch the illusion. And I took hold of the minotaur's hand across the room. I smiled at him with success and took the stone ball from his hand. As soon as I brought my hand back out of the magnifying glass, (maybe I should say, "the looking glass"), the magnification reduced quickly until the air appeared normal again. I was thrilled. I waved the rock in the air. I actually jumped for joy, and the minotaur gave a shout like his football team had scored. He then told me what translated to, "I see a ring. Gold ring. Red gem. Round gem. Gold ring." I got it; It was the old I-Spy game. I pictured in my mind the ring he described, described it out loud, and commanded it to come to me. No dice. Notthing happened. He picked up the ring. It was in the open wooden chest right in front of him. I am so lousy at Where's Waldo. He gave it to me. It was just like I pictured. "What if you do not know where?" he said. I smiled. He's not just muscle. I told him I liked the way he thinks. He closed the wooden chest and set up three chalices upside down on top of it. He took the ring back, and told me to close my eyes. I listened to him move the chalices. He said, "Take it." The shell game. I pictured the ring in my mind and commanded it to come to me. A warp opened like before and I saw inside one of the cups. I didn't know which one. I took the ring and the warp closed. Hooray! I was really getting used to having my own personal Chippendale stripper butlering for me. I would have been happy if this experiment went on forever. He upped the ante. The ring, a coin, an opal. I didn't dare reach out with my eyes closed. I could have cut my fingers off or something. The coin and opal were in the same chalice, whichever one that was. The ring was in his hand. When I took the ring I figured out what a smiling bull looks like. It's like a smiling cat; it's in the eyes, not the mouth. Hooray! Thrilled. I hugged him. Big oops. Where I come from, it's embarrassing hugging a tall man with an erection. We had established ourselves in the friend-zone earlier, but maybe I thought of him as an employee or servant with the way he talked so respectfully and took orders so well, and I got to look at his body all day. The hug crossed a line. I pulled back and played it off as just a friendly hug, but I could see he wanted more. He reached a hand out to my shoulder. I stepped back, crouched down and picked up a long twig, and put it in his hand. "Stay there," I told him, pretending I didn't notice he was trying to make a pass at me (to save us both some embarrassment). I stepped back again and commanded the stick to come to me. This time the magnifying glass effect was smaller than my hand, as I reached for the end of the stick, the warp moved toward it, making the end of the stick poke out of the hole in space. I pushed forward before pulling the end of the stick. He pushed and pulled in a little playful tug of war. Anytime I swayed to the side, the warp in space moved to accommodate, but when he moved his end, it didn't move, the stick snapped, and the warp closed, leaving us each holding a piece. Looking back, that may have been a little flirtatious too, but I was trying to put some distance between us. He picked up a steel-looking chain. That was good. I could see he was getting back into science mode and out of romance mode. Usual deal. I opened up a wormhole and carefully took one end of the chain from him. We pulled it tight. With my free hand, I could pinch the hole smaller or unpinch it larger or move it easily. It would move away just before I touched it. But it was a different story for the Minotaur. First he pulled the chain to the side and the warp hardly budged. The chain didn't just snap like the twig had done. He tentatively touched the sides of the warp on his side and found the edges solid. He applied all the force he could with just two fingers on each hand and all he could do was to stretch the warp hole a quarter inch, which returned as it had been when he let go. I commanded the wormhole to close, and we were each holding a piece of an ordinary severed chain which we could each swing around at will. We both had to inspect the "cut" ends and found a strange visible optical distortion in the air tightly circling the surface if you looked for it. The wormhole in space never really closed, just got smaller, and moved around with the severance point. I commanded my end to return back home, and the hole in space "opened" again, letting the weight of the Minotaur's chain drag mine through the opening. Then it closed for real. "Hold out your hand," I told the Minotaur. "My horn," he argued, drawing back both hands, "the tip of my horn." I think that was the first time he directly contradicted me. But that was the smart thing to do, take baby steps. It was difficult to target the tip of his horn, but eventually I succeeded and held the loose piece in my hand. He rubbed the "severed" end of what remained. We both noticed the exposed surface looked like a visible cross section and felt smooth and slippery. I commanded it to go back, and he was whole again. That gave him the courage to offer me his hand, the left one. And it gave me the courage to lop it off at the forearm. I held Thing from the Addams Family in my hand and felt the warmth of life. He immediately poked at his stump. On my end, I could see the blood flowing through normally. Just the medical aspects of this were mind boggling. His wrist had the same slippery smooth surface as the horn. His palm had a prodigious Mount of Venus, and his heart line ran deep and loyal. When I looked up, I saw he was fully erect and looking to do a lot more than just hold hands with me. I set down his hand. With a quick flick of my hand, I took his phallus off nearly down to his belly. Now I had this thing in my hand. Why did I do that? Where could I...? I couldn't just throw it on the floor. I put it inside the wooden chest where the ring came out of. I... Why did I do that? He stepped toward me. I pulled off both his arms at the shoulder as expertly as I had taken his phallus. I gestured at his hooves, but I could not budge them. He tripped on the wormholes at his ankles and fell with his horns at my feet. I took off both horns with wormholes coming from two different directions at the same time. I didn't know what to do. I took his head off of his shoulders. I took his hooves off with wormholes facing the opposite direction away from me. I had him in so many pieces he wasn't a threat to me anymore. Why did he? Why did I? I stopped his advance, but I didn't have any way to stop him. To stop this … sexual encounter … whatever I should call it. This Diadem of Medea had the user interface programmers dream of. I just gestured what I wanted. I opened two wormholes in space at the same time within two hours of putting on the Diadem. I put... Oh, God, his manhood in the box... I shoved a wormhole in space through another wormhole and nothing exploded. He didn't say anything this whole time, just breathing, grunting. Did I cause it? If he had had a beautiful face would I have resisted? Was he really a man or an animal? It can't be right. Even a gorgeous normal human man... if he had been alone for years... if he had no civilization, no education telling him men shouldn't do that except with a willing woman. Maybe if I kept my jacket on. What did I do anyway? Did I want that? Did I make him? I didn't say anything either. I didn't shout, "No!" I just … reacted. Am I the monster? Can I just command him to pop back together and expect we will just forgive and forget? And who needs to forgive who? He demanded sex and I defended myself. Right? I flirted with him like no woman of his time would have done, and then I felt like I was about to be raped when he gave in to my seduction... accidental seduction. It was accidental wasn't it? Now he's saying something but it's not translating. He's begging or apologizing. Maybe it's in my mind. I can't be expected to read body language from this... mess. A plan came to mind, a bad one, not a good one at all. It was the only option. Run. Bounce. I had everything I came for and more. I opened the lid of the little wooden chest and picked up his manhood, still solid. I knelt by his torso and reattached it. I gave him what he wanted. The cold scientific part of my mind knew that all the male mammals of this world delivered in their semen antibodies to every disease they had encountered and powerful chemical energy. Like any female mammal, I could absorb some of it through my skin. He would have relief and be too tired to follow me for a while. I would have a boost of energy. It was all very cold and scientific for me. It was all very hot and irrational for him. After he was sated and sedated and I was cleaned up a bit, I sat by his head and told him a few things. I mainly apologized for ever showing up in his life, and for objectifying him, and I hoped leaving him would let him return to his life, maybe wiser. I told him I was a terrible person, and he could find better. I told him I would leave a trail of the coins from the chest as I used my GPS to leave the labyrinth the way I came. If he wanted to come out and be part of the world, he could go to the shifting room with the statue of Hubris any time he wanted. He just had to wait for the door to open itself. There was just one thing he had to remember: The path of Hubris leads back into the loneliness at the center of the labyrinth. "The lesson is right there in the statues. When you are ready to leave, you need to take the path of Humble, not the path of Hubris." He did not say anything. We both cried as I walked out on him. Now, while I'm waiting for the doorway to the statue room to open, I had time to write it all down here. I commanded the Diadem of Medea to release him, to put back all the space warps it was holding open back to the way they belonged. Seeing it all on paper, I don't know if the Minotaur was the monster at the center of Daedalus' Labyrinth, but for a short time, I'm pretty sure I was.
Shown above, Theseus who was supposed to have slayed the minotaur according to legends, has been cut out of the picture.
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