Icarus plunged into the cold, dark water filling his lungs with salt water, he sank to the bottom of the endless abyss and ran out of air, for one last breath . He succumbed to the darkness that filled his mind and body, his life was gone, he was dead. Daedalus landed near the island of Kythera, analyzing the assault on his senses he noticed that the island had a very faint sweet smell barely perceptible in the company of the prevailing sea, this island was so pleasant contrasting sharply with the death of his son. He knew there was a way to save Icarus; his body was lost but his soul would be saved, Icarus would soon enter the realm of Hades, awaiting indescribable tortures that he could not even imagine. Daedalus could enter the underworld, then negotiate with Hades for the life of his son and try to save him from the harshness of eternity. He knew of an entrance to Hades but he had no way of reaching it with his now broken wings and even those would not have taken him all the way because the entrance was thousands of feet below the Wed, in Create. Icarus sat behind Charon. look at the endless waters of the Acheron River; his human life was therefore over and the rest of his existence had just begun. He vaguely considered what this journey entailed: would he be sent to the fiery pits of Tartarus or would he be treated like a hero on the Isles of Elysium? He hoped that he would get lucky and maybe be given another life, maybe then he would see his father again, his thoughts abruptly stopped as the Acheron ended, "It's is the end." the sky blocking the deadly rays of the sun, and giving Daedalus an idea, he would build a ship. This shit......in the middle of a sheet......models his response but he already knew what he was going to say. Hades was very generous to Daedalus as he wanted to reward his efforts and he was sure he knew what Daedalus would choose, but when Daedalus spoke Hades was perplexed by the decision but he agreed nonetheless. He blinked the blurry image in his eyes and walked towards the cool grass he could smell, he felt the calming softness it seemed to have. Before waking up, he had the strangest dream, it was about the underworld and Hades, he thought how strange his whole dream seemed to him, how real. Seeing a small pond in the middle of endless fields of grass, he felt like he had to go there, so he did. Closing his eyes and putting his hands in the water, he swept away the bad dream and the strange feeling he was experiencing. He opened his eyes and stared at the water for a long time, it wasn't a dream.