Tussled brown hair and freckles spread all over the young boy’s face as he look at himself in the reflection of a puddle. Icarus was a beautiful young angel. His ivory garbs that covered his thin and muscular body flowed in the wind, but that was to be expected as Icarus stood outside the temple. Clutching his golden bow he stepped away from the puddle, knowing it wasn’t good to focus too much on yourself, and away from the temple. Icarus walked through the small village, past small shop and library.

“Are you headed to the mountaintop young one?” The familar elderly voice of the librarian shouted at Icarus from inside the library. Stopping in his tracks and turning his head in the direction of the shout Icarus found the librarian.

“Yes I am, I’ve got to test these out somehow don’t I?” Icarus responded flapping the beautiful white feathered wings that remain perched out of the young boy’s back. Icarus observed as the librarian looked at him with amazement.

“Be careful don’t you, please, you know.-” The librarian said. As he was finishing his sentence Icarus looked up at the sun and noticed it beginning to become obscured by clouds.

“Yeah sounds good. I’ll be around.” Icarus responded, now running off out of the small town and towards the large mountain. Treking up the monstrous hill Icarus paused a moment, placing his bow on the rocks and wiping his brown of the perspiration that was building up. Looking around Icarus soon realized he was already pretty high up. The large temple he was seemingly just outside of was nearly an ant mound to him from this point. So Icarus paused. Staring off the ledge in front of him, and breathing in and out.

“Should I?” Icarus said aloud.

Almost immediately in what seemed to be a response, Icarus heard a brush from the tree behind him, and suddenly an acorn fell. It was a sign.

Icarus stood at the ledge holding out the wingspan of his arms and actual wings. Closing his eyes Icarus dove off the ledge. Feeling immediately the pressure of the wind through every fiber of his being and the thrill consuming him. Yet, without thinking, the feathered wings began to flap. Laughing aloud Icarus said,

“I’m unstoppable!”