Flight

Part 3

The hatchling grew into adulthood; where the elders had taken great heed of her now gigantic wings.  It was becoming harder for this grown golden winged dragon to hide herself. She was thin and underfed due to the others only permitting her to scraps of food.  

A dark flower made its way into this golden one’s mind; the hunger was constantly gnawing away at her sanity. Her mind, with its intelligence, was a rope from keeping her from slipping, or taking her own life.  Eventually, it gave way when one of the elders had gone insane himself, and tried to feast on the golden dragon alive.  All that quieted feelings of RAGE, HATRED and REVENGE had burst out of her at once and a great fire erupted from her jaws, completely incinerating the elder to the bone.  

The golden dragon finally quieted those feelings and came to her senses afterward, but the others had witnessed the whole event.  They stared upon her in horror, the golden dragon realized she had only a couple minutes until their mindless eyes would grow angry and they would completely tear her apart.  So, without hesitation, the sun scaled beast opened her reflective wings and took to the heavens above.  

As she flew, racing across the farmlands, towns and woodlands that decorated the earth below; she received a grim reminder of her true self. She was a monster, one who carried an unholy burden of the dragon species.  She was born to destroy, to eventually exterminate all of mankind.  Her intrusive thoughts got the better of her; she made a decision to let these humans experience her wrath and then she would go to finish her own species.  The world would end in fire, with only her living.  She would probably go on for a few lonely years, then rip herself apart to forever be free of this burden and compensate for her sins.

It was a little bit before the golden bringer of death’s appearance.  Icarus was once again in the library, leaning against a bookshelf with a large worn down novel in his lap.  As the words flew into his mind, he began to dive into his own world.  He was no longer Icarus, but a bird, as the one described in the novel.  He took off without the slightest of cares, his vivid feather colors seemed to glow as the warmth of the sun’s rays bathed his back; the wind lifted him higher and provided him with a breath of freedom.  He could see the earth below him shrinking, but its inhabitants noticed his presence with a sense of awe.  He smiled back at them and continued his everlasting journey.

In the awakening world, the other residents of the town went about their daily lives.  For them it was another day for work and they had accustomed themselves to Icarus.  They viewed him as a form of entertainment.  When days grew dull it was often that gangs of boys would play a game of rock throwing at ‘this Demon Child.’  Whoever woke him up from his trance in the books would win… but Icarus’s imagination was strong and that game was never won.