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Sunday, March 1, 2020

Week 6/7 Project Revisions to Vengeance of the Sun God, Part 1

Vengeance of the Sun God

     Daedalus let the rope slip quickly over the window sill.  He had saved weeks of his rations and packed them along with valuable tools to trade for additional supplies for his son Icarus. The young man and supplies were now on the opposite end of the rope disappearing into the darkness below.  Daedalus sent his son on an impossible task: find feathers from the wings of the mythical giant eagle so both father and son could escape from the prison of King Minos.  

     There were no giant eagles, Daedalus knew, but Icarus refused to escape without his father.  The long years Daedalus spent engineering the labyrinth below the city of Crete had taken its toll.  The Goddess Athena had blessed him with a sharp mind and dexterous hands that improved rather than degenerated with prolonged use. Unfortunately, the prowess bestowed in that gift did not extend to his shoulders, back, and legs.  He now moved like an elderly man; back hunched, shuffling gait.

     Icarus was nearing manhood.  There was no way the boy could build a meaningful life trapped in a tower.  No Cretian father would allow his daughter to be betrothed to the son of the highest guarded prisoner of King Minos.  Daedalus had to get Icarus off the island.  King Minos kept the tower heavily guarded and departing ships were heavily watched by Minos's guards to ensure even if prisoners managed to escape their holdings, they could not flee the island.  Sailing a handmade raft from the rocky shore of Crete, for an average man, would be suicide.  Daedalus had the knowledge and Icarus had the skill to create a sea hearty craft, but because of his condition, Daedalus could not escape the tower.  Even if he could, the two could not realistically build a vessel without being caught by the Cretian guards.

     Divinity seemed to agree with Daedalus's desire to get Icarus off the island.  One late night after Icarus had retired,  A soft knock came at the door to the living quarters.  When Daedalus opened the door, he found a familiar guard standing behind a hooded figure.  Daedalus moved to the side and allowed the two to enter.  Once the door closed, the hood dropped to reveal Queen PasiphaĆ«, wife of King Minos and the reason Daedalus was imprisoned in the tower.

     "I know I can never make up for how my choices have affected you," she began, eyes cast down, guilt making it impossible for her to meet Daedalus's gaze, "but I hope you will consider what I am about to propose and accept it, for the very least, as compensation for your honorable service to me.  I was a lustful fool."  Her cheeks reddened as she glanced at Daedalus to make sure that he was listening.  "You tried to warn me off of Poseidon's advances.  When Poseidon arrived at court in the disguise of the white bull, you tried your best to make me see the folly in my desires.  Yet, as a good attendant should, you acquiesced and built the wooden structure that allowed me to couple with Poseidon in his bull form.  An act that doomed us both."

    "It doomed more than the two of us," replied Daedalus.  "Both of our sons are prisoners.  Yours within the labyrinth, and mine here in this tower."

     "Yes.  That is what I have come to discuss with you.  Icarus has begun catching the eye of my maidservants.  He is on the cusp of manhood and should begin seeking his fortune.  He cannot do that here, trapped in a tower."

     "I am well aware of the fact that my son is near the end of his adolescence and the limitations this tower places on his options," snapped Daedalus.  PasiphaĆ« pressed on in spite of the anger in his voice.

     "I have arranged for a ship to wait just beyond the horizon five days from now.  Icarus will meet my mother, Perse, in an inlet that is seldomly used.  I received a  Hippocampus foal as a gift from Poseidon when he first began courting me.  The creature lives with my mother in the court of Oceanus.  She and the creature will transport Icarus safely to the ship."


***  

In order to get Icarus to agree to leave the island, Daedalus has to employ a well-crafted ruse.  He created a design for magnificent wings that could carry him on the wind across the sea to Greece.  The design was scientifically sound, and it was easy to convince Icarus that giant eagles existed.  The search would take the boy far away from the prison tower and keep him safely away from their enemies.  Icarus was a determined boy and would not return until he found the fabled feathers, which would be never.  Eventually, the boy's supplies would run out and he would have to take on a trade.  Hopefully, he would meet a girl and her charms would convince Icarus to focus on his trade, build a family, and forget about Daedalus and the tower.  

       
***
     Icarus traced the stories of the giant eagles to the land of India.  His journey was long and arduous.  He had traded all the tools his father had packed away for him, saving only the knife his father smithed for him: a large dagger, shaped to represent Zeus' thunderbolt, the tang buried into a piece of the Minotaur's horn.  His remaining supplies were scant, but now he was standing on the mountain overlooking the roosting site of the giant eagles; the nearly empty bag was now a welcome supply. It had plenty of space to fill with those coveted feathers.  

     Two young, strong eagles had breezed in on the evening air, settling to roost. As the night deepened, Icarus crept along the thick branches and slew the two eagles.  As the second body fell to the rocky mountain terrain below a gleaming light appeared beside Icarus.

     "What have you done?!" a throaty feminine voice cried as the light dissipated around her strong form.  "Grandson, what caused you to act so unwisely?  This is not the way of our clan!"  It was Athena, the matriarch of the clan Metionid, and the benefactor of Icarus's father Daedalus.  "Do you know who you have just slain?  These corpses were Jatayu and Sampati, beloved sons of Aruna, the charioteer of Surya- the embodiment of the Sun God that serves the people of India."

     "I was sent by my father.  Their wings are the only way that he can escape the tower we have been trapped in," replied Icarus defiantly.  "You once favored him, but now he rots in a prison, a slave to King Minos."

     "Because your father's actions resulted in the loss of Aruna's sons," prophesied Athena, her stormy grey eyes boring into the sky blue eyes set in the face of Icarus, "your father will also lose his son."  In a flash, Athena disappeared.  Unsure of what else to do, Icarus remained committed to his quest and climbed to the base of the tree to remove the magnificent feathers that made up the wings of the Aruna's sons.

***
     Intermittent plinking sounds began at the window shortly after sundown.  Assuming it was the clouds struggling to produce rain, Daedalus hurried across the room to close the shutters.  As he reached the window, something stung his forehead.  Looking down at the floor, he noticed several pebbles strewn under the window.  He thrust his head out the window and looked to the base of the tower.   He saw a shadowy form standing below; arm cocked, ready to loose another pebble.  Shocked, Daedalus called to the form, "Icarus?"  The form froze, saving Daedalus from the sting of another projectile.

"Yes, Father!  I'm back and I have so much to tell you!" responded Icarus.  Daedalus quickly lowered a rope to his son.

***
     The two Metionids stood atop the tower.  Daedalus had affixed assorted instruments to the ramparts in order to gauge the weather.  The finished wings were stored safely in a pine box waiting for the seasons to turn and bring the hearty spring wind that would carry them to Athens.  Icarus watched the instruments closely.  The wind shifted toward the mainland, bringing about a barometric change.  "Father, it's time."  Icarus threw open the lid of his pine box.  The duo strapped on their wings and climbed to balance on the ramparts.

     The experience was both shocking and wonderful.  Wind zipped through Icarus's hair as he worked to gain control of his wings.  "Not too high," instructed Daedalus when he was giving Icarus ground lessons, hiding behind the ramparts struggling to remain unseen. "The wax holding the feathers to the apparatus will melt."  Later, standing on the ramparts; "Not too low," Daedalus reminded his son before they jumped into the wind. "The sea spray will weigh you down."  

     Icarus's confidence increased, but he remained mindful of his position between the sun and the sea.  Suddenly, an odd movement from above caught his eye.  He looked toward the sun, tracking the motion.  When his eyes adjusted, he realized that a flaming chariot was quickly approaching him and his father.  As it got closer, he saw two men within the chariot.  One man driving, and the other testing the strength of his bow.  The men's bodies shimmered like the heat off of desert sand.  Each man was a dual image, first looking like the Greeks and the next moment sharing the facial features and dress of the Indian clans that Icarus traveled with on his quest.  

     The bowman drew an arrow of pure fire and aimed it at Daedalus.  "This is for Aruna, my most faithful servant!" he cried.

     "You slew my sons," stated the charioteer staring directly at Icarus.  His face once again shifted and solidified into the face of the man who was surely Aruna.  "Your father will pay with his life!"

     The wings seemed to come to life and shifted expertly causing Icarus to bank to the left.  A thermal pocket caught the wings and they snapped wide, speeding him closer to the chariot, placing him above Daedalus.  The image of the bowman solidified as the arrow was loosed.  Icarus spiraled out of the sky and hit the water.  The weight of the wing apparatus dragged him below the waves.

***
To Be Continued...

*Author's Note:  

The story of Jatayu and Sampati, Sons of Aruna:  The two young vultures enjoyed racing each other each day.  One day as they were racing, they annoyed their father Aruna, the charioteer of Surya the Sun God.  Aruna sent a scorching ray to punish his sons.  Sampati raced above Jatayu and shielded him from the blast.  Sampati fell to the earth.  Unable to fly because he was severely disfigured, Sampati lived in a cave by the shore on the southern tip of India.  

I didn't understand why Aruna would scorch his sons just for being annoying.  I mean, I'm a human and I manage to not maim my children when they annoy me.  I decided to blend this story with the story of Daedalus and Icarus.  

The stories surrounding Pasiphae and the bull differ on whether the bull was just a bull or if it was Poseidon in a bull form.  It makes sense to me that the only reason Pasiphae would lust for the bull was if she was already lusting for King Poseidon.  Pasiphae is the entire reason why Daedalus and Icarus are in the tower, so I felt she should be responsible for finding a way out.  

The hippocamus is a race of sea monster that has the front of a horse and the back of a fish.  Hippocampi draw the chariot of Poseidon.  

***I chose the references below because they explain the parts of the myths that I drew from in a better way than Wikipedia or Britannica did and some of them have really cool pictures.   


Bibliography

Daedalus 2    http://www.maicar.com/GML/Daedalus.html                                             

Week 7 Switch Up Extra Reading, Mahabharata Part D








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Bibliography

Narayan, R.K. The Mahabharata, 1978. University of Chicago Press, 2013.

Friday, February 28, 2020

Week 7 Vengeance of the Sun God, Part 2





Vengeance of the Sun God, Part 2


     Daedalus watched his son intently as they flew across the sparkling Aegean Sea toward freedom.  The boy's eyes narrowed in concentration, his furrowed brow glistening with sweat.  It was after several leagues of fixing his full attention on Icarus that Daedalus realized that he was not struggling as much as the boy.  In fact, he was not struggling at all.  It was as if the feathers retained their muscle memory of flying although they were no longer attached to the muscles that directed their flight.  Daedalus tried to will the wings closer to Icarus so he could share his revelation: the wings knew how to fly on their own.  

     Before he could figure out how to communicate his plan to the wings strapped around his arms, Daedalus saw Icarus jerk his face toward the sky.  A shock of fear spread across the boy's face.  Daedelus glanced up at the sun to see what had frightened the boy but saw nothing other than the glaring sun.  As he looked back toward his son, a surge of fear gripped his own gut.  The air swam around Icarus, turning the boy's form into a mirage.  Icarus had hit a pocket of condensation, assumed Daedalus.  Horror thrilled through his body as he waited for the coming downdraft to force Icarus towards the sea.  Daedalus opened his mouth to shout out a warning, but a foreign voice broke through his lips.

     "Sampati! No!"  As if responding to the strange voice, the wings carrying Icarus angled expertly, causing the boy to bank left.  As a thermal caught him, the wings snapped wide and the condensation around Icarus cleared.  As the image sharpened, Daedalus saw the form of a great eagle instead of his son.  The eagle arced sharply upward and blocked the sight of the sun from Daedalus.  Suddenly, the wings collapsed around Icarus, the image of the great eagle gone as Icarus plunged head-first into the waves of the Aegean.  

***
     The shock of the events that passed before Daedalus paralyzed him.  The wings continued to maneuver on their own, preventing Daedalus from following his son head-first into the sea below.  Daedalus's mind was back in the prison tower.  

     Late at night: Daedalus bent over the apparatus.  Icarus, who was in charge of stirring the beeswax used to affix the feathers to the scaffolding, would occasionally stay his father's hand and pass the paddle's handle over to Daedalus to take over the constant motion over the low fire.  Icarus would pick through the feathers and, using an artist's eye, sort the feathers into two piles.  Daedalus assumed that Icarus had studied the plumage of the giant eagles as he plucked the feathers from their corpses, but the feathers had whispered to the boy's subconscious directing his efforts to ensure that each wing was replicated exactly.  

     Daedelus fretted over his choice of using the beeswax as the two worked.  He wished he could have obtained more than the minuscule sampling of pine pitch from the Cretian engineers.  The sturdy tar would hold better than the beeswax, but King Minos was afraid that Daedalus would use the pitch as a weapon against the guards.  Which he would have.  Daedalus was only allowed enough to perform experiments in order to discover new ways to refine the tar for new uses in the kingdom.   

     "Not too high, the sun may melt the wax," Daedalus remembered warning his son the first time they melted the wax.

      "Not too high, the sun may melt the wax," Daedalus was positive he warned Icarus each time they made design adjustments to the wings.

      "Not too high, the sun may melt the wax," Daedelus replayed in his mind, over and over, each instance he gave his son this critical advice as he sailed along.  The paralysis that gripped Daedalus saved his life.  If he had been able to move, he would have driven himself into the sea.  The wings continued their journey, flying on a crosswind that caught the magnificent feathers and angled them west.  
 ***

     Land finally came into view.  The wings folded into an elegant dive, snapping open again when the water met the shore and setting Daedalus gently on the sandy beach.  Daedalus's legs crumpled under him when the wings no longer supported his weight.  Blinding rage overtook him.  A howl of anguish burst from his lips as he clawed at the bindings that held his arms to the apparatus.  It was more an act of mutilation than of emancipation.  His fingernails carved deep red welts into his skin, at places breaking through and drawing blood.  The blood loosed the bindings of the apparatus and Daedalus ripped the wings from his back. 

     Once freed from the weight of the wings, Daedalus began to mourn his son.  Hot tears mixed with sticky blood, sand, and sea salt and seemed to call an invocation to the heavens.  A gentle hand rested upon his shoulder.  Blinking away the stinging mist from his eyes, Daedalus half-turned and looked up.  A familiar face smiled with sympathy.  She held two spools of silk twine, one in each hand.  Daedalus glanced at his shoulder, looking for the hand that continued to provide its calming pressure.  Nothing was there.  Fearing he was beginning to lose his mind, he looked up imploringly into the face of the woman beside him.

     "Athena," he stated simply.

     "Hello, Grandson," she replied warmly.  "You must get up.   We have much work to do."

***
     Sweaty and exhausted, Daedalus looked up from the altar he constructed from rocks collected from along the waterfront.  Dried driftwood had been placed in the center.  The work had cleared his head and he finally focused on the scenery beyond the beach.

     "This isn't Greece," he observed.  "Where are we?  Why did the wings bring me here?"

     "This is the shore of Sicily.  Our essence would be too strong among our own followers to perform a proper Convergence.  Surya and Aruna's combined rage allowed them to Converge for a short time, but they would not be able to hold form long enough for a conversation."  Athena smiled at the look of confusion of Daedalus's face.  "Place the wings on the altar, Grandson.  Strike the fire and call for my brother, Apollo."

     Daedalus knelt next to the altar and removed his fire kit from the pouch tied at his waist.  He made a nest of tinder on the edge of the altar and placed his hands just above.  Poised to strike the first ember, he closed his eyes.  He could not find the proper words to pray to Apollo.  He packed all of his grief and pain into a single word and whispered, "Apollo."  As he brought the sharp stone to strike against unyielding metal, a brilliant light flashed as scorching heat blew Daedalus onto his back.  
***
*Author's Note:  

The story of Jatayu and Sampati, Sons of Aruna:  The two young vultures enjoyed racing each other each day.  One day as they were racing, they annoyed their father Aruna, the charioteer of Surya the Sun God.  Aruna sent a scorching ray to punish his sons.  Sampati raced above Jatayu and shielded him from the blast.  Sampati fell to the earth.  Unable to fly because he was severely disfigured, Sampati lived in a cave by the shore on the southern tip of India.  

I didn't understand why Aruna would scorch his sons just for being annoying.  I mean, I'm a human and I manage to not maim my children when they annoy me.  I decided to blend this story with the story of Daedalus and Icarus.  I'm still doing research to figure out how to bring Jatayu and Sampati back to life.  I have ideas, I'm just trying to decide if Surya or Indra would be the right god for the job.  Maybe a combined effort?  

I chose the references below because they explain the parts of the myths that I drew from in a better way than Wikipedia or Britannica did and some of them have really cool pictures.   
   


Bibliography

"Angel Wing Clipart Png #1699972." Clipart Email. Clipart Email, 2020. 
     https://www.clipart.email/download/1699972.html.

Daedalus 2    http://www.maicar.com/GML/Daedalus.html                                             

Wednesday, February 26, 2020

Week 7 Reading Notes, Switch Up Ancestors of Rama and Sea Route to India

(This frustratingly accurate image is courtesy of Giphy.)

I had the opportunity to spend the afternoon at Bizzell, so I was able to check out some of the Amar Chitra Kama comics from the Reserves.  I read those today, so I'm trading the Extra Reading post notes and the Mahabharata reading will be on that post.

Bibliography

Atmaram, H. and Bapu Patil. Sea Route to India. Amar Chitra Katha Pvt, 1986.

Chandrakant, Kamala and RAm Waeerkar. Ancestors of Rama. Amar Chitra Katha Pvt, 1977.  

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Monday, February 24, 2020

Reading Notes, Mahabharata Part B

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Bibliography

Narayan, R.K. The Mahabharata, 1978. University of Chicago Press, 2013.