Flight

Part 4

The boys would grow bored and head home when sunset had cast its warning glow.  However, these townspeople were completely unprepared for the karma that was about to take judgment…

It all happened so unexpectedly - a burst of fire from the sky and the screams of the victims as their flesh melted from their bones.  The golden dragon folded her wings and landed; her life size form caused an earthquake that toppled even the sturdiest of houses.  In an instant, this monstrous being had taken most of the town’s residents.  The few that remained stood bawling at their fallen loved one’s side or struggling to flee the panic in the streets.   The dragon narrowed her sun bright eyes at the survivors.  “They are so little and helpless.”  She muttered to herself. “How can insects like these cause such misery on giants like my kind…?”   She snatched up a child that had lost its mother; its tiny cry had barely reached her ears. “So tasteless… so insignificant…” She swallowed the child.  “Is it worth killing these beings?”  A large teardrop of water began to slide from her eye.  “Why must I take revenge for the species that has done nothing but cause me pain…?”

The world was full of bones and flames when Icarus awoke.  He had wondered if the earthquake had indeed killed him and now he had been greeted by hell.  He put his scaly arm over his chest, no, he was still warm and with a beating heart.  The deformed boy stood, taking heed of his surroundings.  Death was all around him; the lives of the townspeople were being torn away with haste.  An average boy would be terrified and flee from this devastation like any normal human being would.  

But Icarus was far from normal and upon seeing all this perked his extreme curiosity.  He ran onward into the fire and its tongues licked hungrily at his flesh; but those abnormal scales that altered his appearance and caused him so much rejection now provided a shield for him against the ravenous elements that would have consumed him.  And so he ran and ran, his mind’s only question was - “I have never seen natural disasters come about so suddenly. Could it be…?”  Racing through the ashes of decay; the cries of parting souls, he continued upwards onto the mountain that had once protected the village.  When he reached the top he was met with the eyes of God.