His hands were trembling with fear, the evening air surrounded Icarus’ body. His nerves shivered up his spine. He summoned up all his courage. This was it. With a pleading prayer on his lips, he leapt. Down, Down, Down he fell untill he was suddenly saved by a huge gust of wind, that swept him from his death. It guided him from the heavens as if he were an angel. As Hades reached up to claim is next soul, the hot thermals of Crete caught Icarus’ wings and lifted him from the underworlds’ clench. His delicate wings unfurled and he was once again reunited with his beloved father.
About half an hour past of father and son soaring over the tranquil, azure sea. The ocean was calm and Icarus was becoming more and more confident. He sailed ahead and the gap between him and his father grew rapidly. Dadalus, who usually loved his son deeply, had a foreboding feeling at the pit of his stomach.
“And don’t go too close to the sun, as your wax will melt.” Daedalus pointed out in a stern voice.
I like your use of the word ‘ summoned’ because it shows how scared Icarus was and how much courage he had.
I really like your image of Hades trying to claim his next soul, because it shows how close he was to death and gives a better picture in my mind.
I like the bit in the beginning where you said ”the hot thermals of Crete.” it created a really warm picture in my head.
I liked it when you said ”summoned” because it showed how courageous he was and how scared he was.
very interesting!!!! I loved that you had a bit of personification going on
Keep it up
The way you told your story was very interesting