The Minotaur's Memoirs
PRIVATE COPY OF THE MINAS ARCHIVES. FOR THE EYES OF THE MINOTAUR'S DESCENDANTS ONLY. 24/11/1939 It is done. Come January 4th, I will be Eklektós of the Cretan Republic. The road to get here wasn't an easy one. I suppose I did not have to compromise as much as others around the world have, but I still had plenty of late nights planning strategy, convincing the hard-headed, and amassing the small victories needed to bring the party under control. But despite the fireworks and the guns going off in celebration, I am not with my wife and son, but sitting at an office, waiting for the third report of the evening, even as my heart hammers in my chest. The British sent their congratulations second. The French third, and the Americans fourth. The Germans were first. My father always said there's a test for everyone. It's not ever the same, and its stakes can be different, but a test there will always be. It's one that questions a person's character, and their stre