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Icarus got a pair of wings from his father Daedalus, who made the wings to escape from the Labyrinth of Crete. Icarus was so excited about his new toy that he flow day and night and higher and higher. Daedalus had warned Icarus not to fly too close to the sun for the heat will sure melt the glue of the wings and destroy the wings. Icarus heeded the warning but the temptation to soar was so great that with every flap of the wing he strove a little higher.

At first, Icarus roamed the open space over the land and sea with the like of seagulls. With practice and daring, he soon was among the flock of migrating wild ducks. Soaring high and covering great distance, each day, Icarus flow a little higher. One day he found himself in the company of only eagles and hawks, the lonely creatures of the sky, and appreciating their majestic vision to be the king of the sky.

The temptation to be even higher than the eagles beckoned Icarus. Every day he practiced and went even higher until he felt the heat of the sun was surely onto him. He struggled not to go nearer while testing the limit. For some time now, he had been the sole creature up in the sky, wandering the great big open space with only some high flowing cloud and passing wind to keep him company. He flew at ease to be at the highest anyone had ever be. To go higher was not a problem if not for the scorching of the sun. How high can he go without getting burned? Everyday he pondered.

It was a cool day with the mist of cold fog hovering over the Mediterranean. On an island Icarus rested. When the first ray of the sun pierced through the thick fog, Icarus set off to start his daily soar. He raced to reach the blue sky above the thinning mist before the sun had dispersed it all. He darted through just in time to see the beautiful Mediterranean unveiled. The dampness of the air lingered on his wings. Few clouds floated over the glittering blue sea. He soared higher to dwarf everything beneath him. He had forgotten about the sun. He's now at the closest he had ever been to it. Admiring his own distance from the earth, Icarus lingered on with the blazing sun on his back. The dampness of his wings had vaporized. The glue started to liquidize. Icarus is so preoccupied to notice until it's too late. His wings started to get loose. Realizing he had been too close for too long, Icarus hurried to get down, he flapped his wings hard only to find they falling apart at the force of his strive. Falling from the sky, his pair of wings in pieces, Icarus plunged into the deep blue sea.