"The Tragedy of Daedalus"

 "Icarus my son. The only way we will have to escape from this island and from Minos will be by flying", Daedalus had Icarus by the shoulders, the latter looked at his father with a small mocking smile, "fly? Father, only gods and birds make it possible. Do you really think there is a way for humans to roam the skies? Dedalo caresses his son's shoulders and before releasing them pinches one of them. "Of course we can't, but a prisoner on this island gave me some blueprints that will allow us to do it." Icaro smiles excitedly at the idea of being able to fly for real. "Father, will the prisoner who gave you the plans come with us?" Daedalus caresses the head of his beloved son. "No icaro, he's physically weak, he doesn't have the strength to do it", icaro understands and nods, Dedalo tells icaro to follow him as he goes to his work table. Daedalus went to work making wings for himself and his son, Icarus. He joined the feather...