Mythlife: Fantasy

[penthius]

Being an immortal kinda sucked when you were doomed to perpetual incompetence, she admitted, watching Icarus soar high, ignoring his father's warning, and hearing him scream as he plummeted to his death. Mind you, fewer people focused on the death and more on the fall, so sometimes he washed out of the sea, a bit scorched but not a corpse. It was the cycle of mythlife, and he just kept on--going. She felt worse for his father, doomed to see his only precious son die over and over, and forgotten enough by most people that few even knew what his name was. He was the ignored father who watched his son die. It was a moral that struck home more once--

Inspiration: Popped into my head.
Story Potential: Low.
Notes: Eh. Nothing new here.