"The minotaur? Well, the old boy has put on a little weight over the past century. I'd wager he moved mostly downhill, toward the sea. Much easier path to stroll, I'm thinking."
Demo nodded. As reasonable an assumption as any other. Off to the sea, then.
Demo heard the pounding waves long before reaching the shore. As he broke out of the undergrowth onto the rock-strewn beach his eyes widened.
The huge waves seemed almost upon him, then broke, ending in a gentle flow lapping at his feet. The sea was not the gentle blue of calmer days, but a deep and angry green. The skies were dark on the far horizon where a powerful storm built and drove the pounding waves. White froth leaped high into the sky where water met solid boulders. And on one such boulder a creature sat. A creature that blended well with the nature's fury.
The unseen companion, barely discernible through mist and froth.
He closed his eyes, breathed deeply.
When he looked again the massive boulder was bare.
Still, something moved. Beyond, on the beach, something stood.
He rubbed his eyes, lurched forward, the unstable stones twisting under his steps.
It had not moved, waited silently.