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A clay tablet revealing a hybrid’s foul nature.
To be a hybrid is to be cursed to a life of misfortune much greater than any mortal’s.
This clay tablet is adorned with fire motifs, although the cooking process warped and distorted it.
The tablet reads:
Pristine-horned Asterion kept his word; our afternoons were spent sparring
much like my own father taught me the balance and slashes of each weapon.
For three winters Daedalus’ labyrinth became my home.
The hybrid grew before my eyes, his once fine features
acquired a bull’s might – fear he would strike among foes
were it not for his forever childish pinkish snout.
Asterion of Stepped-Wide Back, that is how I came to call him
in his brilliant warrior’s glory.
Still, there was not a night in which his lyre went unplucked,
nor one when Hestia’s fire on the basin starved for what little meat we had
and much less a night when our blood went unspilled as we clashed armaments.
And so did I learn of Asterion’s foul blood – a fetid concotion,
both blood-red and ichor-black, proof of the hybrid’s profane origins.
It bellowed when set aflame, and what great fire it begat.
T’was fine sacrifice for the basin, more so for Hestia with her taste for oxen meat.
Once spilt it hardened into a brittle, foul stone, much like a wound’s clot
but firm enough to pass off as stone spilled from a volcano.
Its scent brought revulsion, but fine kindling it was for the flame.
The labyrinth unending, shifting hallways were our training grounds
for the boy would not taint the shrine with his fetid nature.
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- Ichor - The vital liquid of immortal beings, similar in function to mortals' blood. Through many forms, ichor appears as noxious to mortals.