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Throughout the Sphere there were rumors of a genius amongst them.
Neither confirmed nor denied but the inventions spoke for themselves. And over the years the genius created many things, one of them being his son.
There were days that bored the teen. All the stupid rules about what could happen, what was allowed, how to think, how to dress, how to act. It was all so suffocating
“ Father, I’ve done all I could think of… there has to be more. “
The older man looked towards his son. Hair of gold with the face of his lost love. He’d do anything for him, so he agreed to create something that would rival the idle time Tamsy had on his hands.
The father began to work diligently and by the end of the day, the teen had his newest enjoyment. His eyes widened at invention. It was something he’s never seen before.
Wings.
“ Be careful Tamsy. Do not— “ before the man could finish the son was half way towards the sky.
He flapped his wings and gained more speed , soaring higher and higher. The wind whipped past his ears like a symphony of airy voices. Up here he could see everything. The slums, upper society, and the castle he called home.
But then came the smell of burning flesh.
And something wet?
Clumps of scorching wax dripped down from the tips of his wings, splashes hitting his face and neck but, nothing hurt more than the entirety of it falling all over his chest and torso. His body began to swirl through the clouds.
“ No,no, no…” Tamsy screamed in fear and agony as he rapidly descended from the sky towards his home. Not realizing just how high he flew, he kept falling, and falling…and falling. Beyond his castle, beyond his father, beyond the sphere. Heading straight for the unknown, he closed his eyes and accepted his fate.
If only he had not flew too close to the sun.