The Aeneid Book 4 Summary Novels & Stories

We’re onto the fourth day of this ‘festival.’ Three days, three male Athenians. I now have plenty of meat smoked and salted preserved. They will last me a while. Especially that last one, Menestheus, was a portly boy. Sitting on my bed, sharpening my ax, I listen to the crowd outside, waiting to hear the fourth name. “Welcome to the fourth day of the festival! Let the selection begin!" Minos called out as he drew today’s tribute. “Melite!" he called out, and I heard the sobbing of a girl that grew louder and echoed as she was forced into the labyrinth.

But I could not, for the life of me, tear my eyes away from the scene unfolding before me. I witnessed as Flavian fell to the desert ground of the arena with a loud thud that we all felt on our feet. The ground vibrated at the impact like two Gods fell from the sky at a huge impact. Flavian’s four arms struggled to push his brother off who was on top of him. With a strong kick, Flavian successfully tears Fenrir from his sensitive part, throwing him to the ground. He was quick on his feet and recovered in a flash, but so did Fenrir.