Thin Ice

[i]Its cold.[/i]
The sun peers around the clouds of early spring and glance down at the snow covered grounds of Winterspring. The snow begins to recede from its winter might. Frozen springs come alive again, as do the fish.
The fish are what brings the local goblins to this small creek, as the value of their bones has increased lately. Beautiful things are often sculpted from them, and even the Taurens have taken a liking to the odd displays.
Digor, a new fishergoblin as of last year, calmly walks out onto the ice. He feels around with an iron rod, trying to locate the ice that is thin enough to fish through, though strong enough for the weight of his equipment.
[i]Bright light. Wh.. Where am I?[/i]
Digby watches his brother, Digbor, carefully, as the newer fishers are always the most careless. Why, he almost had to pull his brother out of the freezing waters just last year, which would have been a sure death.
[i]Ice. Its cold. I must wake up.[/i]
A sleek spot on the smooth ice releases its grip on the invading goblin’s foot, letting him fall on his rear with a loud clank as the iron rod reflects off of his head, then rolls a short distance away.
[i]I hear something.[/i]
Cursing, Digbor crawls over to his rod and grabs it. He notices something under the ice and reaches for it. Frozen layers of water block his hand. He shouts to his brother about a find, and cracks the ice with his rod. Upon recognition of the item, he freezes.
A hand sits in the ice.
Digby reaches his brother and notices the hand. He gasps as the fingers twitch into movement.
[i]I feel freedom. I can not get free by myself.[/i]
Digbor crosses his heart in salute to an unknown deity as he tries to think of what he should do. He glances to his brother for support.
“What do we do?”
“Well, it deserves a proper burial. Maybe it has money on it too!” his brother suggests.
“I never seen nobody live in the ice though. You think that twitching was real? Or was it just.. I don’t know. What was it?”
“Well, that’s obvious. The hands got free of the ice, and moves because they weren’t strained. That’s it. Lets bury him.”
“Okiedokie!”
The brothers break more ice in an attempt to free the corpse from its frozen gravesite. After a few sticks of dynamite, the ice lets loose a loud hiss. The brothers, obviously not thinking about anything other than the explosion, had placed the dynamite into a circular formation around the corpse.
The circular piece of ice fell into the running waters and was lost to the goblins.
[i]Free me.[/i]
The creeks turns to a river, and the river to a waterfall. That same piece of ice, after several bangs against rocks along the way, finds it way falling off the falls into pieces. The corpse is freed, and floats to the banks.
Two days later, the corpse opens its eyes to see the blue skies above.
“Kawa,” the feminine corpse states, “I’m going to find you.”