They felt heavier then Icarus would have expected, yet as he extented the mighty things he and could feel a new power coursing through him. He beat them at his sides and smiled in triumph as he felt the wind he kicked up between his legs. It was a taste, and he immedianty longed for more.

He jumped into a running start. He kept going until his legs were about to give out from beneath him, in a swift motion he launched himself up into the air. To his dismay it was like walking on unsteady ground, his balence was off. It was difficult to keep upright with two hulking feathered wings on his back.

Looking down he found a sprawling landscape, a view known only to those residing in the heavens. Something about it charged him. He found he could breath better here, in a place where air was thin. He could taste the water in the atmosphere and see the tiniest details in the clouds. He stretched and found himself soaring. He dove through clouds and plunged down only to sweep up again. Each move came more and more naturally.

A grin spread across his face. He was free from the confinds of the ground, from the suffocating force of gravity. Yet something still nagged at him. He could only be so happy before he remembered what he was missing.

He paused and looked up. There it was. The sun. The brilliant light higher then anything else.

Nothing would satisfy him more then to reach it.