Icarus' sacrifice: Fantasy

Their love supported her, buoyed her up through what she must do. It lent her wings the grace of the ancient angels as she soared up above the city, looking down on them beneath her. They loved her. They trusted her. They believed that she could save them when all else failed. All that was required was that she make Icarus' sacrifice. She gritted her teeth. She could do it. She had all her family and friends and acquaintances depending on her--even strangers like the woman selling sugar in the market, who had come up and pressed a pound of cane sugar into her hands after the proclamation, bearing her likeness, had been posted. The first few feathers of the wings began to sag beneath the heat that blazed above her, but she did not allow the beat of her muscles to pause. She had been selected for this, had been trained both in the techniques of flying and the mental discipline that would allow her to--

Inspiration: Well, at first I just started writing...and then I mistyped "lent her wings the" instead of "lent her feet wings" and...well...it went from there.
Story Potential: High.
Notes: What and why and who and how?