The Minotaur's Awakening

As you fondle the gem in your hand, a large creaking sound echoes from the hay pile. There's some movement and then a large hand emerges. It was dark and appeared to be made of a kind-of leather. The creature slowly pulls itself out of the hay and howls.

It was a large, hairy minotaur, wearing a tattered loin cloth. Its body was covered in scratch-marks and burns, each one from a different battle. Its horns, however, proved to you that it was unbeaten, both of them being huge and formidable.

"Oh... shit..."