The Brainless Bull

Newt didn't want to get up.

It wasn't as if he was exhausted or gravely wounded. It wasn't even because of the five hundred pound Minotaur that was slowly approaching. All he wanted was to wake up and find himself back home, on his bed, preferably reading. But no matter how many times he shut his eyes and imagined a not so terrible scenario, he was still stuck in a room with a beast of Poseidon's doing.

Get up, boy.

"Remind me again why you made a bull fall in love with Minos' wife?"

Mortal arrogation was in vogue back then. I simply punished an offender, the god huffed in annoyance. 

"And now the result of that offense is about to kill me."

Shall we attempt another union?