The labyrinth

His wings were grand, crafted delicately, beautifully.

His wings were bound together with wax; tightly welded between each seam.

His wings served a purpose; he wanted to go higher, soar through the skies with ease.

But he flew too close.

He flew too close to the blue sun.

That true blue sun.

And he couldn't help it.

His wax bound wings melted and so did he.

He melted right into the hands of the true blue sun.

{Warning}
-Slight OOC
-Canon plot conflicts
-Profanity

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