Through the sky above a ravaged earth, we live in cities made of metal, with wings adorning our backs. we the Icarisians have lived here for thousands of years, waiting and watching for the earth to heal… at least that's what we are told. Year by year we lose contact with our sister cities. I am to be the keeper of ours, passed down through our family, but opposed at the council of 6 for not following tradition that would have me a slave. Betrayed, I fall back to earth, my wings damaged and my life feared to be over, my family left to greave me as dead. I can only watch the sky now, on an earth that is slowly killing me from the inside. Betrayal, Found family and secrets of the earth.