Icarus, who was feeling regretful, felt the cold wind brush against his face; the thick air in his hair. He glanced down at the serene sea that lay before him.

Icarus turned around to see his humble farther, Dadilus, staring straight back at him. He had to do this, for him. He spun back around. His eyes narrowed, tears stinging. He leapt.

Icarus closed his woeful eyes and wouldn’t ever open them again. He had lost his voice to the wind. It was screaming back at him. Dadilus, unsure of what was happening, jumped. As Icarus felt his feet dip into the freezing waters, his wings unfurled, as did his farthers.

They soared up high into the cloudless, azure sky. The had finally escaped from the icy grips of king Minos. Icarus felt as if he belonged; as if nobody could touch him. He wanted more.

Icarus began to twirl and whirl. He even did loop de loops. Icarus’ warm smile turned into something else. Dadilus sensed something foreboding.

After a while, Icarus began climbing up. “My son come down!” pleaded Dadilus.

“Father, you can not tell me what to do!” laughed Icarus, “I shall fly higher than bold Apollo, I shall be greater than mighty Zeus!”

“Do not challenge the gods.” yelped Dadilus, “Do not let your pride get the better of you!”

“I do not have the need to challenge the gods, Farther.” “I have already won!”

And with that, Icarus climbed higher and higher. The wax trickled down foolish Icarus’ back.

His battered, rigid wings decened without Icarus. He was left alone in the blazing sun. His eyes shut. He falls. Dadilus catches him in a cradle. They are both being pulled down by the force of gravity. “Farther, I am no baby!” Icarus pushes him away. He plummets down, into his watery grave. “ Wait for me?”Dadilus wispers.

He rips his wings and drops into the ocean. But he will not drown. Instead he is carried by the currents far away from Crete.

It was all over.