Tale of slavery part 2...

Previously on the tale of slavery...

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?

One dream lead to another...suddenly, every night he was dreaming of flying amidst the calm and blue beautiful sky...in his dreams the clouds started to move and form an image...and every night the image became clearer and clearer.
It was a picture of girl...a girl so beautiful yet filled with a tinge of sorrow on her face...

Sometimes dreams are irrational but when the same dreams occur too often...one would start to ponder if it meant anything. The brooding soldier suddenly got to it that he wanted to fly into the sky...he wanted to meet the girl that was up there for it seemed like his destiny...

But how was the brooding soldier about to do that?
Legend has it...When Icarus fell from the sky...his body was found by his father Daedalus and after burying his son, Daedalus took off his own pair of wings of wax and hung it up on his son's grave...
The death of his son was too much to take.. Daedalus never wanted to fly again.

The brooding soldier had a goal...firstly he had to break out of his cell and find out where Icarus was buried...He wanted to steal the wings of Daedalus hoping that the legend was indeed true..and thus he would finally be able to meet the girl in his dreams...
Thinking and thinking...
Nightfall came again...

To be continued...