As Daedalus watched in horror, Icarus plunged toward the sea frantically flapping the pulleys with his arms.  When he finally hit the water, there wasn’t a feather left attached.

Daedalus landed as quickly as he could on the beach near where Icarus had fallen but the only sign of his poor child was a few feathers floating in the waves.  Daedalus crumpled to the sand, his face in his hands for he knew his son was dead.  After many months, when Daedalus began to recover from his grief, he named the island Icaria in memory of his son.  On the beach where he landed, he built a temple to the sun god Apollo and inside it hung the wings he had created, vowing never to fly again.

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