Deep in the dark ages a Pictish tribe huddles around a large fire. The night sky is dark and twinkles with dying stars. The ocean meets the sky in a seamless arc and softly thuds against the island’s shore. Their tribal leader Minos, a strong man, stands to address them.
“This beast is a danger. We must capture him.”
Daedalus watches from a slight distance, his son Icarus leans close. Daedalus knows that the responsibility to capture the beast will fall on him. Continue reading “The Myth of Icarus, Retold (Short Story)”