"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 feathers by joining the central feathers with thread and the side feathers with wax, giving the whole the smooth curvature of a bird's wings. Icarus would sometimes run to collect feathers from the ground that had been blown by the wind or softened by wax.

This is how I spend the time between father and son, days working on their wings of Freedom. Until they finally managed to flee away from the island, away from Minos.

"Son, remember what I told you, you cannot fly higher than allowed, because the heat of the sun would melt the wax, nor too low because the sea foam would wet your wings, and you would not be able to fly."

"Yes father, I am clear about what I can and should do." Icarus felt the air flow gently over his face and body. He started doing tricks in the air to his happiness, spinning in circles and outperforming his father. "Father, this is fantastic, no sensation on earth compares." Icarus felt like a god, a god of the heavens, watching over mortals below.

"Remember what I told you, this is made of a fragile material, we can't take it lightly. So stop trying too hard", icaro no longer listened to his father's words, only his inner thoughts,that they told him to break the rule of daedalus.

As they passed through different islands,

Icarus was rising, and his thoughts of being on top as a god were also rising. They passed through Samos, Delos, Paros, Lebintos and Calimna, After passing through those islands, Icaro had already left his father behind, and below. He was above the clouds, "so this is what it feels like, to be a god. To see others below one", icaro dazzled the light of Helios on everything, icaro no longer cared about anything, he just wanted to reach higher that men, of the gods.

Daedalus saw his son get lost in the clouds, scared and angry at his son's audacity. He broke his rule and went for him, ascending and overcoming the clouds, he saw his son, icaro. But he was not alone, a glowing humanoid figure of pure light, with 6 equally glowing wings, stood taller than his son.

Icarus was enthralled with the figure he found, a being without the need for meat, or false wings, to be in heaven. He was a god, "you must be Helios, the sun", a thought dominated icaro, he was to overcome it, he wanted to ascend, above the sun, above the gods.

Daedalus already knew what his son wanted, he tried to stop him, screaming, begging him not to do it, nothing worked.

Icarus moved quickly towards the god, cutting distance, getting closer, when he was close enough, when the god's lights touched him, he realized his mistake.

His wings burned, with extreme ease, but it was not the only thing, his skin began to burn, his blood began to boil, his bones to melt. All icaro burned, his organs cooked inside him, his temperature grew more and more. The power of the god was so great that icaro began to turn into ashes, before disappearing like a speck of dust, he saw a smile full of sharp teeth on the god, icaro realized that. That was not the sun, nor a god, it was death.

Daedalus was not the same, since that event his way of living changed, his fear of the gods grew more, his sadness too, his remorse, his guilt, because he blamed himself, for everything that happened. Not realizing his son's thoughts, not noticing it better, trusting strangers, that was what hurt him the most, because after his son's death, the god saw him and smiled at him. With the face of the prisoner who gave him the wing plans.