Minotaur

"Asterion!"

He stopped. He hasn't heard that name in such a long time. It confused him. What was that name? Who was talking to him? He sniffed the air, trying to pinpoint the source. His eyes blurry with partial blindness, he's long since been able to work around it all.

"Asterion."

Gentle this time. He sniffed the air some more. He smelled sweet grass. He felt a present next to him and lasted out. 

Nothing.

He lost his balance. He was never really good at moving really fast. 

A warm hand touched his snout.

"Asterion."

A whisper.

A gentle touch.

That was his name wasn't it? 

Yes...yes that was his name.

But...but he hasn't heard that in so long. It seemed surreal.

The touch hurt.

He tried to bite but the hand moved.

The smell of sweet grass was so strong.

Why was he so tired?

The being saying his name seemed so warm. He couldn't distinguish it as masculine or feminine. He was nearly deaf but he knew the voice was saying his name. All he knew was that it made him feel safe.

He was so tired. Why was he so tired?