Man, i just want to be independent but my father keeps telling me what to do. Icarus thought.
"Minos may control the land and sea," he said, "but he does not control the air. I will try that way." Daedalus said.
Son go collect some more feathers while i make some wax.
Son follow me.
"Icarus, my son, we are about to make our flight. No human being has ever traveled through air before, and i want you to listen carefully to my instructions. Keep at a moderate height, for if you fly too low, the fog and spray will clog your wings, and if you fly too high, the heat will melt the wax that holds them together. Keep near me and you will be safe."
"Up and up Icarus soared, through the soft, moist clouds and out again toward the glorious sun. He was bewitched by a sense of freedom and beat his wings frantically so that they would carry him higher and higher to heaven itself."