Icarus plummeted into the cold dark water filling his lungs with the salty water, he sank to the bottom of the endless chasm and starved for air, for one last breath. He succumbed to the darkness it filled his mind and body, his life slipped away, he was dead.
Daedalus landed near the island of Kythira analyzing the assault on his senses he noticed the island had a very faint sweet smell barely discernible in the company of the overbearing sea, this island was so pleasant starkly contrasting 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 be entering Hades’ realm presently, awaiting unspeakable tortures that he couldn’t even imagine. Daedalus could enter the underworld then he could bargain with Hades for the life of his son and attempt 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 wouldn’t have taken him all the way for the entrance was thousands of feet below the sea, in Create.
Icarus sat behind Charon staring into the endless waters of the river Acheron; therefore his human life ended and the rest of his existence had just begun. He thought faintly about what this journey entailed, would he be consigned to the fiery pits of Tartarus or would he be treated as a hero in the islands of Elysia? He hoped he would be fortunate and possibly be given another life, maybe then he would see his father again, his thoughts were abruptly halted as the Acheron ended, “This is the end.”
The trees were billowing in the wind their slow dance outlining the sky blocking the murderous rays of the sun, and giving Daedalus an idea, he would build a ship. This sh...
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...emplate his answer but he already knew what he was going to say. Hades was very generous with Daedalus because he wished to reward his efforts and he was confident he knew what Daedalus would choose but when Daedalus spoke Hades was puzzled by the decision but he nonetheless agreed.
He blinked away the hazy image in his eyes and walked to the fresh grass he could smell, he felt the soothing softness it seemed to have. Before he awoke he had the strangest dream, it was about the underworld and Hades, he thought how strange his whole dream seemed , how real. Seeing a small pond in the endless fields of grass, he felt like he had to go to it, he did. Closing his eyes and putting his hands into the water he splashed away his bad dream along with the strange sensation he was having. He opened his eyes and stared into the water for a long time, it wasn’t a dream.
Hiding from those who would find him and carry out the wrath of vengeance upon him, the protagonist plans his escape. About to dive in the rancid water and swim for it, a body in the shallows abruptly stops him. The bloated and decomposing corpse pulls the narrator back from his adrenaline-induced frenzy. After a few moments, he settles and reflects, “I thought about him, fog on the lake, insects chirring eerily, and felt the tug of fear, felt the darkness opening up inside me like a set of jaws. Who was he, I wondered, this victim of time and circumstance bobbing sorrowfully in the lake at my back” (193). The narrator can almost envision himself as the man whose corpse is before him. Both deceased from mysterious causes, involved in shady activities, and left to rot in the stagnant lake water, and never to be discovered by the outside world. This marks the point where the main character is the closest he has ever been to death. Although he makes it out alive, the protagonist and his outlook on life are forever changed.
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“Oedipus is, as it were, only a tragic analysis. Everything is already in existence, and has only to be unraveled.” Throughout the history of literature, there has been perhaps no other character quite as complex and convoluted as Oedipus. Whether it be the reality of his parents abandoning him to die or the mere fact that he married his own mother Jocasta, Oedipus has been continually analyzed and processed by scholars in an attempt to discover the means by which Oedipus arrived at his eventual outcome. To summarize, Oedipus, being originally from Corinth, travels to Thebes in search of his true heritage. After a series of events, Oedipus becomes the king of Thebes and soon discovers the truth. Once thorough deliberation has been given to
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The change of tense nourishes here a double function. First Ovid uses the perfect indicative active tense, ‘dixit’ , which anchors the reader in the present of the action, of the narration. Then he uses the imperfect indicative active tense, ‘dicebat’ , since the progressive aspect is meant to describe habitual or repeated action, it crystallises all of Daedalus’ emotions in a never-ending plaintive moaning. Secondly, because Icarus fell into the sea, ‘that forever bears his name’ and give as well his name to ‘that island’ where he is buried; the use of the imperfect indicative active, a tense generally used for description, is used here, to fix the aetiology in a distant past and yet at the same time in eternity. The name of the island and the sea ‘so named provides an endlessly repetitive commemoration of the death’ of Icarus.
“Icarus?” Daedalus asks confused on why his brother is here, “What are you doing here?”
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