"Father! Look at me" It was Icarus, with his wings and youth, he gleefully flew across the sky. "Father! Father! Come on! Come on! Let's go!"
"Wait, Icarus! Wait for me." Daedalus shouted.
"Come on, father! The sky awaits us! And so does the lands beyond," Icarus shouted as he shot up to sky.
"Icarus! Heed my advice earlier. Do not go very high," Daedalus, out of breath, shouted as he tried to catch up to his son.
"I know, father," Icarus stopped mid-way to higher sky and dived down.
"No, Icarus! Not to close to the sea!" Daedalus once again shouts but Icarus flies up to safety.
"I was just testing out my wings. Forgive me, father. I won't'do it again," Icarus flew beside his father. With this Daedalus felt at ease.
They had just escaped the tower. Finally, freedom was theirs. No shackles nor prison and certainly no tower can and will cage them. Daedalus will not be bound. And of course, his free spirited son will not be taken as hostage since he will always be with him.
"Father?!" Icarus woke Daedalus in his blissful trance. "Father?!"
"Why? What is it?" Daedalus confused and was still collecting his thoughts. "Can't you leave an old man be on his reverie?"
"But father! Your wings?!" Icarus replied in concerned panic.
"Why? My wings are perfectly fine," Daedalus said confidently.
"No, father! Look! It's on fire?"
"What nonesense? My wings aren't on fire?" Daedalus said irritably. But his temper quickly changed to worry as he realized his wings were really on fire.
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