Thank you so, so much everyone who helped! I recieved a monetary scholarship in a contest that was mostly won by seniors. You all have been invaluable. *snugs*
Yay! My first YWS piece!
This story is for a contest for a scholarship. My prompt?
For one of the heroes from this year’s theme (Jason, Theseus, Odysseus, or Aeneas), retell an episode from his adventures from the point of view of one of the women involved.
And my woman of choice? Pasiphae. (Puh-sif-eye)
If you are not familiar with the Theseus myth, feel free to click this link:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pasipha%C3%AB
or
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Theseus#Minotaur
Heh. The story had to be pretty in depth. ^_^
Also: My limit was 450 words... and this at 450. So I apologize if it seems rushed.
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Thanks for reviewing! It's been submitted to the scholarship. I'll add it in again after the results come.
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Silence blanketed our Knossos palace in a dreamy haze.
"Seven young men," my husband said from his throne beside mine. "And seven beautiful maidens." His avaricious eyes lingered over every curve of the young girls' bodies. My hand lay, listless and ignored in his. His eyes hesitated over a particularly beautiful Athenian maiden, who clung to a fellow sacrifice. She turned away from Minos.
My attention, however, was focused on the youth she hid behind. His face shone with a brilliance that was not of a mere mortal. Theseus, I thought. The famed prince of Athens. A demigod. He claimed paternity by Poseidon. Poseidon. The cause of my torment.
From rumors spreading throughout the palace, I knew the girl was Periboea, whom Theseus had saved from the amorous intentions of my husband.
I was used to the whispers, watching Minos touch the slave girls too affectionately, smelling the perfume on his robes -- yet it was I who had brought shame to my house.
"You have honored your promise." Minos pulled his hand away from mine and pointed at the demigod. "And you, Athenian scum, shall be the first to pay retribution for the death of Androgeous."
Androgeous. My son. Killed by my lover, that flawless bull of Poseidon. The father of Asterius. My son. Theseus nodded. "Tomorrow you shall enter the Labyrinth and meet the monster. Take them away!"
The guards led our captives away. My daughter, Ariadne, gasped. "Father! You musn't feed him to the beast!"
"He isn’t a beast," I muttered. "But a prince."
Minos slapped me. "It is no son of mine! It is an abomination! No creature such as that will ever rule Crete, Pasiphae!"
He dismissed me to my chambers. I imagined my son, far below the palace floors, pacing in the dark, denied even light. I wondered how this young Athenian would fare.
The next morning, I remained in my chambers rather than endure the ceremonial opening of the Labyrinth doors. Cheers from below told me that there were now two princes hunting in the Labyrinth.
At length, I heard a sudden shout. I rushed to the window to see Ariadne sprawled over the dock. Theseus helped her up. I made no attempt to alert the guards as the two bored holes in the Cretan fleet. They then made their way to an Athenian ship docked there, its black sails blowing in the wind.
Horror gripped my heart. My son!
I ran into the Labyrinth. The smell of rotted flesh overwhelmed me. My mouth felt dry. I could not say that inhuman word -- Minotaur. I called my son by his name. "Asterius!" The only reply was my voice, echoing through the gloom.
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