Luckly, my father was a brilliant inventor and had used his ability of creation to find a solution to our problem.
After my father, Daedalus, was imprisoned by King Minos, I was forced to stay on the Greek island, Crete.
The night before our escape, I began seeing visions sent from the god Apollo.
Icarus. Your father is destined to escape from the island. Though, should you interfere by following him on his journey, he will meet his end.
Stay on the beach as your father makes his escape and you shall both survive. Do not head my warnings and... well, why don't you see for yourself.
Apollo had granted me the chance to see the outcomes my actions would have.
In my vision, father had created beautiful wings to use in our escape. At first I was hesitant to leave, thinking about Apollo's warning. Though, I came to my senses. I knew I could not separate from my father.
"Ha! Apollo must have been mistaken. We are both fine." I thought. I believed I was right. Until, of course, the griffin tore my father's wings, leading to him plummeting to his death.
Are you coming, son? We must be on our way.
It might be that following my father was not the best idea.
I was sure that my plan would work, though I had a sense of doubt seeping into my mind.
After my first failed attempt, I was now determined to save my father.
Fly ahead, father. I want to see your skilled flying.
What if the deity was right? What if I can't stay with my father? What if my father dies in reality?
I told my father to move ahead, hoping that if I stayed far enough behind I wouldn't jeopardize my father's safety.
If you insist.
With these questions still in my mind, I prepared to lift off. But, I didn't even get close.
In frustration, I gave up my search for solutions and ignored Apollo and his warning.
I give up! I don't care what happens anymore. At least if my father dies he will not have to live a life without me in it.
Out of nowhere, a lightning bolt comes and strikes my father from the sky.
On the morning of our departure, I started flying ahead of my father. Soon, I started regretting taking flight and putting my wants before my father.
With the fierce heat covering every inch of my body, I sacrificed myself for my father.
With me rising higher by the second, I could find no way to stop and save my father. That was until I felt the hot sun on my face, the same sun my father told me not to fly to.
If I had just listened to Apollo I could have kept both of us alive. Now I shall just be remembered as a foolish boy.