Name: Waves

Genre: Angst

Setting: Icebound Land

Words: 240

The waves seemed to breathe. They moved almost silently across the sand, slowly reaching out toward him but falling backwards when they did not have the strength. They left small tracks in the hardened sand, whispers of their recent travel. The spray misted Will's eyes and tickled his nose. He made a face as he shifted in the sand, slowly rolling one pan into the water.

He scrubbed furiously with his bare hands, his mind distracted with multiple thoughts. Will's dark brown eyes were beginning to turn dull as he came to terms with his predicament. There is no way of getting out of here, he grumbled to himself as he flicked a piece of meat off of the beaten pan. His hands were grimy and encrusted with uneaten food. His keen ears could easily pick out the booming laughter of the Skandians inside the building.

Their failed escape attempt had not been a help to his already fading hopes of fleeing to freedom. He had slowly been coming to terms with live as a slave. The once bright memories of Castle Redmont were diminishing into a gray haze. He sighed as rose suddenly, flicking water and sending sand onto the large pile of dishes that were to be cleaned. Will collected the pans in his hands, hugging them close to his chest as he ambled to the kitchen to drop off his load.

He was done for the night.