Well, what do you think? Asked Roderick Brown to his wife, Elaine, his face still staring at his own reflection on the body-length Minotaur mirror he had purchased in her absence.

“It’s…eerie.  Where on earth did you get it? From a museum I should imagine.”

Roderick pulled out handkerchief one of his pockets and wiped across the glass and stood back with a satisfied grin across his face. It appeared that he had actually bought it for himself.

“Well, you’re not far off, my dear. This mirror has a very long history behind it. I know you’re not very interested but apparently, legend has it that Theseus killed the Minotaur after discovering him in the final area of the Labyrinth; and thankfully with Ariadne’s help, he managed to find his way out, then fled from Crete, and came to Naxos with her.”

“Duh! So what link has that got with the mirror?” “Even a school boy or girl knows that much.” Replied Elaine, folding her hands and tutting.

“Listen, I haven’t finished yet.” This is where it gets interesting. You see,the person who sold me this mirror told me that in that there’s another version to the Legend.” He paused.

“Why do you keep pausing!? Cried Elaine. Tell me, I’m all ears!” Roderick grinned then continued.

“The other version goes, and please bear in mind that this version had been concealed in a scroll hidden inside this mirror, that the Minotaur heard Theseus’s approaching footsteps and quickly stepped into this mirror and has been abiding inside it ever since.”

“That’s silly.

“I know and I must admit that even I felt I was being taken for a ride. Look, sit down and let me explain what I know. The Minotaur was half man and half bull. Call it a consequence of king Minos’s refusal to sacrifice a certain bull to the god Poseidon. Okey, so what happened next? Well, the god punished him by making Pasiphe, Minos’s wife, fall in love with the bull, and lo and behold, she bore it a son, namely, the Minotaur. It was in fact a hideous beast, that was kept hidden away inside the labyrinth and every year, Minos ordered seven young girls and seven young boys, all from Athens, to be sacrificed to the Minotaur.

“Hmm, that’s really interesting. Go on.”

“Well, that’s about it really. Like I mentioned moments ago, when the Minotaur was killed by the heroic Theseus, who with the aid of Minos’s daughter Ariadne safely made it out of the labyrinth by following a thread he had cleverly tied to the entrance. But the version on the scroll tells of another incident.”

Elaine held her hands up. A gesture for Roderick to keep quiet.

“Oh my God. Are you trying to tell me, if the second version is to be believed that the Minotaur is living inside this mirror?” Roderick’s eyes widened and his face grey hard.

“Yes, my dear wife. That is correct.” “You could say; it’s an extension to the labrynth.” Suddenly, Elaine burst out laughing and stood up.

“Where are you going?” Asked Roderick.

“I’m going to make a cuppa. And I’ll double that. I think you could do with one yourself. And if you want to keep that mirror you had better find a place for it.”

“Yes yes.” Replied Roderick, irritated. “Some men are coming over this evening to screw it in the cellar.” Roderick smirked. “I should have known that’s the kind of response I’d get.” He stared around at the bronze frame around the mirror. There were engravings of the entire version of Theseus and the Minotaur carefully and dedicatedly carved and sculpted all around it.

Later, that night, after the workers had left, giving Roderick funny looks, he rubbed his hands in excitement and he stood in the cellar gazing at his reflection in the now suspended mirror.

“Are you coming to bed? It’s 2.30am in the morning, Roderick!”

Suddenly there was a loud noise from the cellar. “Aaahh!!”

“Roderick, oh my God!” “Something’s happened.”