In this universe we are weak. They are powerful
Icarus had been thrown out. He couldn't do anything. He had no food. No protection.
He'd been running for about a mile now. His chest and his side was hurting. His mouth was dry and his eyes wet. "I can't survive this." He panted out loud as he gave up all hope. Dropping to his knees from exhaustion.
He never thought he'd be the one on the other side of the kingdom walls.
He cried as he remembered the murals that were on the walls in the kingdom. A tale of when humans were once great. A tale were humans could crush bugs under their feet.
He'd always known his species would never be that great again.
That they always have to run.