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Icarus might have been a young boy in Ancient Greek, once upon a time.
However this time, Icarus is a girl.
Icarus is from Australia, where she didn't live as a prisoner with her father in the middle of a maze. But with her mother, in the shady corners of Melbourne where she carried a knife on her if she wanted to make it home from the bus stop. Her mother, who isn't important enough to this story yet to be named, waited at a restaurant on the foreshore, while Icarus was alone on the other side of the city by herself.
The monster in the first Icarus's story was the man who kept him prisoner, but our Icarus faced a monster that set her free, until he trapped her between a brick wall and a hard place.
Icarus's big moment wasn't a grand escape into the sky, she didn't soar and glide through the warm air. Instead, she was a prisoner in her maze. All story's have to come true at some point, it seemed. Icarus was in her prison, but our Icarus wasn't with her father, who isn't in this story at all, she wasn't with her mother either. She was alone in her maze of winding passages that never let her feel the breeze in the air or the heat of the sun, the only thing she really wanted.
Then Icarus flew.
Finally, her story reached the part it is known for, not the suffering beforehand, but the moment of rejoice and freedom.
Icarus was out of her prison, she was flying through the sun and the breeze. She flew all the way to paradise. Paradise on earth, that is. Our Icarus was reunited with her mother, and they soared all the way to the sun, trying to get the highest they possibly could. Together. At least that's what Icarus thought, until she was flying so high she was alone.
And Icarus fell.
She was in paradise all right, but she was alone. She couldn't blame her golden wings, and she couldn't blame her mothers either, because her mother's wings didn't melt and send her tumbling to the ground. Her mothers wings flew her all the way to the thin horizon and didn't come back.
There have been a few small differences in both of the Icarus's stories, but one stands out, loud and clear. As big as the sun they both wanted to touch so desperately.
Our Icarus got back up.