The Craftsman

His parents great scholars, philosophers and mythologists; and so due to his parents apparent love of the Greek Mythology, was named after the great craftsman and artist Daedalus. So as he grew, so did his interest in crafts of old and new alike. Daedalus created beautiful wonders of art and technology so ahead of their time that some deemed him a G.o.d and worshiped his majestic and beautiful creations. So entranced were they that they did not notice his rampant pride and arrogance, which only grew with time.

But unlike G.o.ds Daedalus grew old and weary, and so the followers that he thought would follow him always, began to leave. As they left Daedalus heard words of hate and anger, though due to his arrogance and pride he did not heed their words.

It was only that one night as he prepared for sleep a ma emerged from the darkness and said in a cold voice, "You are Daedalus, you know I could hardly believe it when they told me, your followers I mean." He paused eyes narrowed and continued, "That you had grown so arrogant and prideful, that you would even make them pray to you as though you yourself are a G.o.d. But now I have seen it with my own two eyes, in this last week, you would sacrifice your very own loyal followers just to complete one of your artworks faster." He spit on Daedalus" feet, "You are not but a weak mortal like any of us, but you would treat others as cattle to be used as you see fit without remorse destroying families and friendships just to make your artworks be completed faster. You are a disgusting, Wretched Creature, and I will purge you from this land for the sin that you have committed!" The man emerged fully from the shadows revealing a face covered in a mask so black as though a deep, dark, never ending void and a dagger made by Daedalus himself when he was younger.

The man in black quickly sprinted at Daedalus, who had no time to even think of moving before a swift dagger beautifully made and efficient, plunged deep into his heart.

And with his final moments Daedalus thought "So this is how it ends, my pride and arrogance resulted in those who originally trusted me to hate and distrust me, deciding it better to hire this man to kill me. It would only be expected." He thought as he remembered all the horrible things he had done to those who trusted him, but he also remembered all the things he had made and how overtime as his arrogance and pride grew; his work became more visibly shoddy as though they contained no emotion, like some of his original work could be said to have. His final thought before oblivion was "I guess to truly make a good piece of art you must always consider your own emotions and why you are making them, I am truly sorry my Friends."