Daedalus managed to escape from the tower, only to find himself prisoner on the island.
He called his son, Icarus, to him and told the boy to gather up all the feathers he could find on the rocky shore.
As thousands of gulls soared over the island, Icarus soon collected a huge pile of feathers. Daedalus then melted some wax and made a skeleton in the shape of a bird’s wing. The smallest feathers he pressed into the soft wax and the large ones he tied on with thread.
“Icarus, my son, we are about to make our flight.Keep at a moderate height Keep near me and you will be safe.”
He was bewitched by a sense of freedom and beat his wings.The blazing sun beat down on the wings and softened the wax. Small feathers fell from the wings and floated softly down, warning Icarus to stay his flight and glide to earth.
Wait,No Icarus STOP!!!
Weeping bitterly, he buried his small son and called the land Icaria in his memory.