"I just wanna sleep and never awaken...nothing in this world can replace what they've taken."
They've taken away from him everything...
His smile...his talents... his opportunities...his friends and most of all they took away his freedom.
One free man became a slave and he almost never saw the sky again.
All he wanted to do was to sleep his time away...so that one day when he finally opens his eyes, the only thing he wanted to see was a free world.
Until one day...he was deep in his eternal slumber...while suddenly he was interrupted by a strange dream...
He dream of the great ancient times of the Greeks, Trojans and Spartans whereby men were warriors and people fought to be free men not slaves.
He dream of the tale of father and son, Daedaleus and Icarus who fabricated wings of feather and wax and flew and reached for freedom in the sky...but only to have Icarus fall to his death because when he flew... the sun melted his wings took down his right of life.
The fall shook the brooding soldier up from his slumber. He opened his eyes but he realised that he was still in his cell. However, he could not forget about his dream of Icarus...the boy who was brave enough to attempt to fly with the little weak wings he had...
Bravery of a spartan yet... ended like a fool...
Suddenly he began to have second thoughts...If he had wings of wax...would he be attempt to do the same and attempt to fly just based on that little glimpse of hope from the sky?
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