Flight

Part 8

Hestia narrowed her eyes.  “Oh, dear child, I detested them.”  She corrected.  “Maybe I will take into consideration of our past endurances… but only if you will share my wish to give back the pain they thrust onto our shoulders.  I want to complete that place I would go to in my head sometimes: a perfect place, filled with a feeling I have heard of called “love” at a bright, dreamy place.  I believe it is referred to as “home.”  Here, I can put this cursed mind to use, where education and home share a symbol of harmony.  I can only see that happening, if I take vengeance upon those who so deserve it. I burned your enemies let me send mine to their makers!  Acceptance can exist, child, if we restart.”  

This frightened Icarus.  “You mean to attack the dragon species?!”  His mouth gaped in horror.  “They may on the verge of extinction, but that will drive them to the breaking point.  Even with your wings and fire, it would be like hurtling into the pits of Tarturas.”  Hestia took heed of this.  “Your words are mind jogging and I shall take that to heart.  You are nothing as the humans are typically stereotyped by not only the dragon species but the other soulless animals as well.  Most resent you for mindlessly slaughtering their lands and their loved ones; I am fortunate to know that despite the sins you have left upon this earth, there is, perhaps, a way for all beings to rejoin somehow…  Tell me this, why has your species left us behind and evolved so much?”  Icarus shrugged and wore an innocent smile.  “It has taken us a long time though…” he replied.

The twosome continued their journeys onwards; Icarus had thoroughly enjoyed their time in the skies.  They flew over various landscapes, worlds of ice, oceans and eternal springtime.  They even came across a world that was covered in darkness.  It emitted a feeling of immense dread; Icarus guessed it was a cloud of sickness.  They flew as high as the atmosphere allowed in order to avoid it.  Meanwhile, Icarus began to educate Hestia.  She grasped the concepts of sciences, mathematics and literature.  She understood Icarus’s way of thinking; but what really sparked her interest were the arts, especially singing.  The dragon developed her voice through private practices and performed to Icarus when she perfected it.  Her voice was unlike any other. 

It was similar to the sorrowful howl of a wolf except with distinct varieties of sound which carried a soothing richness.  The words she formed were sorrowful, but her expression of it showed a sense of true beauty.  The Dragon’s song summoned all the animals of the forest who traveled for miles just to catch a clear hearing of her songs.  Icarus and many others were brought to tears and even Hestia herself started to shed a few.  “Our time on this planet is so limited,” Icarus told her.  “If you find something you love that does not hurt yourself or others, then that is amazing…”.