I never wanted to die. Well not with a knife in my chest and the queens blood on my hands. Nor did I want to see Ariadne cry over my dying body. Her eyes filled with water as life dribbled out of me. I observed my surroundings. Pythagoras was tearing up and I knew he'd cry his eyes out once they got home but he'd try to remain strong for everyone else. I then looked at Hercules the big and beefy man who struggled with feelings who would most likely drink himself dry until he admitted he missed me and then the next day deny it. The only thing I saw In king Minos's was regret. Regret for what I wasn't sure but I hoped he didn't hate me because Ariadne had fallen for me even-though I was dying.
The bloody battle field had seen more than enough death and everyone else had seemed to realize it as they gathered around me. I wanted to tell everyone to not dwell on my death but I couldn't find the strength. Instead I looked up at my princess and smiled. Using my last breath I uttered "I love you" to the girl I loved and I swear that I saw a smile. She closed my eyes and kissed my forehead . The last thoughts I had were of my princess, Ariadne.