(Tw maybe. I’m not an expert on what might trigger people, but I figured I should add it just in case)

“It might be safer on the ground, but I was born to fly.” He said.

“Yeah, yeah. I know. You talk about flying every day Iggy.”

“Didn’t I tell you never to call me that. My name is Icarus.”

“Right. Iggy.” Icarus started to chase his brother. His fingers lightly brushed his cape. Soon Icarus grabbed it causing his brother to fall over. “Stupid capes.” He mumbled.

“Ha! I win!” Icarus said with a laugh. “So, Mika.” He said helping him up. “When do you think my wings will be ready?”

“I don’t know.” He said with a smirk. “Wanna take them for a test run?”

“Yes!” Icarus shouted. Mika ran into their tent and came back with a pair of wings.

After Icarus got a crash course on how to use them he took off. He flew higher and higher, reaching up to touch the clouds. His laugh rang across camp. The whole village came out of their tents to watch him fly. He kept flying higher. Soon he was face to face with the sun, bathing in the golden light. He could feel his wings starting to melt but he didn’t care. He had achieved his dream, how many people could say that they almost touched the sun? Icarus began to fall.

“Icarus!” Mika yelled racing to catch him. Icarus hit the ground with such force most assumed he was dead. Mika hugged him and started to sob. “This is all my fault.” He said. “Iggy I’m so sorry.” His mother and father came out of their tent to see their two sons. One hugging the other.

“Icarus!” His father yelled pushing Mika away from him.

“How could you do this?” His mother whispered. “Tell me.” She looked Mika dead in the eye. “HOW COULD YOU LET THIS HAPPEN?!” She fell to her knees and cried.

“I.. I’m sorry.” Mika said quietly. Without a second thought he ran. Away from his family. Away from the village. Away from the sky and away from the sun. He couldn’t bare to be without his brother. It haunted his dreams. Icarus falling to the ground, then crashing into it. Mika would wake up in a cold sweat filled with dread and guilt. Five years passed. A now twenty year old Mika went to face the sun. He climbed the highest mountain he could find and stared at the sun with anger and pain.

“Your here too.” A young voice said behind him. He turned around to see a teenager about fifteen. “It might be safer on the ground.” The boy began

“But I was born to fly.” Mika said before he started to cry hugging his brother tightly.

“Nice to see you again, big brother.” Icarus said.

“Icarus how are you alive?”

“It’s a long story, and call me Iggy. I missed it when you were gone.” The two brothers hugged each other and talked for hours.