

Daedalus et IcarusA faint mist creeps through the valleys, heading, always heading in one direction: the sea. Slowly, a glimmer of light illuminates the mist. A growing orb rises above the watery horizon, banishing the mist to whence it came. A lone figure wings into view, sleek feathers glistening in the morning dew, fleeing from the fates.Daedalus et Icarus
Far below, on the sea’s edge, a bowman leans idly on a rock, his watchful eyes scanning the skies. Sighting the winged beast, a slow smirk slips onto his face, lean muscles tensing slightly as he raises the bow, lets the arrow fly. It whizzes through the air, to be sty
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