Clockwork Wings: the Chronicles of Icarus Part 1 by Buck Stacy

Author:Buck, Stacy [Buck, Stacy]
Language: eng
Format: azw
Publisher: Prime Evil Publishing
Published: 2014-03-31T16:00:00+00:00

Intro Part 5

He floated with the buoyancy of a feather on a still lake, drifting on a bed of endless water, but he did not make a single ripple. There was no sky, no land, and more importantly, he had no desire for either. He had no desire of anything for that matter. All that he needed, he had. The water bathed him in tingling warmth from head to toe. Beyond that he was surrounded in the purest white, empty and whole, nothing and everything all at the same time, like a blanket made of pure euphoria. There was no sense of time. A lifetime could have passed in a minute in this place, but he did not age or feel pain. Without a mirror and no movement to put his hands in front of his face, Theseus wasn’t sure if he even had a corporeal form with which to feel pain.

But somehow, in some way, he continued to exist.

Out of the nothingness a ball of golden light appeared, ripping its way through the fabric of existence. It was far off at first, but glided ever closer, gaining in size as it went. A shower of sparks emanated out from its every point, a globe of flaming gold.

“You do not belong here, Theseus.” A booming baritone voice broke the eternal silence.

“Who are you?” Theseus asked.

He didn’t speak the words. No words were spoken in this place, and even if they were, there would be no ears to hear them. Instead the words were transferred straight from one consciousness to the next.

“Allow me to introduce myself, son of Poseidon, I am Morpheus.”

“Why does the son of Poseidon come to me?” Theseus asked.

“I am not the son of Poseidon…you are.”

As he finished, the golden ball transformed. First becoming a brilliant flower, spreading radiant petals with a shower of sparks raining from its center. Each new petal laid atop the one before it in a display of a thousand golden roses. In a flash, the petals elongated, forming gold veins with feathery tips. Stretching until a pair of wings, larger than even the mightiest of the great birds could boast, spread in a wide arch. All the while the sparks continued to fall, but stopped midstream. The hovering glitter began to take shape. Each new ember fell exactly into place, as if Theseus were seeing the building blocks of life composing the human form right before his very eyes. The sparks stopped falling, their transformation complete, leaving a golden God poised in midflight.

“You are mistaken, Morpheus. I am Theseus, son of Aegeus.”

“That you may be, but you are also the son of the Sea God, Poseidon,” said Morpheus. His crystalline features were straight. His chin firm as stone, Theseus could find no hint of deception, but he still found the words hard to digest.

“My father’s ashes are still warm, and you come here with accusations of my mother’s infidelity.”

“Ha, your mother,” said Morpheus. The God’s frown glimmered despite his sour expression. “She may

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