This is an illustration of a spin off of a popular myth of Greek origins. I use it as a fable of the Fae people in the book I am writing with my friend, 'Mountain of Light'. The story goes that twin brothers, Dima and Eoshel angered the Sea Goddess, Ai, and were trapped together on an island and given just what they needed to survive. However, Ai did not forsee the birds that would fly over and shed feathers down upon the island, thus providing the boys the material they needed to craft wings, together with twigs and ropes made from cut hair.
Dima and Eoshel bided their time and when they eventually each had a set of wings, took flight from the island. After so many years of captivity, Eoshel was thrilled and daring, so he flew as high as he could reach, despite his cautious brother's advice to keep low. Dima, on the other hand, was afraid of having his freedom taken from him, so he did not enjoy the flight and flew very low to the waves.
Eoshel, nearly reaching the sun, felt his wings begin to fall apart in the heat, as the hair ropes stretched and melted, and, dead set on grasping every grain of freedom he had, soared higher still. So instead of melting away, the wings were seared into his flesh and became a fiery part of him, thus creating the Fae's deity of fire.
Cautious Dima, on the other hand, flew so low that his shadow was cast on the surface of the water and a great fish swimming there, mistook him for a kind of bird it liked to eat, and surging up, swallowed the young Fae whole. Dima's story does continue, as the fish did not chew him and later spat him up in distant lands, but the moral here to the Fae is to strive for new heights and never let fear hold you back.