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Chapter 1
Axol woke up from her bed tired. It had not become morning yet but it felt like she couldn’t sleep any longer. It was yet another wet, summer day. She got off from her bed and looked through her storage to find something to eat. Axol’s bed was primitive, to say the least. It was just some basic wool sheets over a flat wood plank, so it wasn’t exactly comfortable. Nonetheless, it was all she had. She lived in a small, dirty town, if you could call it that. The highway screamed loudly as the traffic picked up for the morning. You could tell Axol was tired of it, but if you asked her she would say she was perfectly fine with it.
Soon she found some crusty bread hidden away in her storage. She really had to go get some new food, but now she ate the bread in disgust, gulping it down as she tried not to puke. After she ate her bread, she got some of her money and left her hut made of some scraps of stone to go to the store. Before she went to the store, Axol decided to take a walk to her local pier. It was nothing special, in fact it looked a little worn down. But it held together enough for her to walk to the end and sit there waiting for the sunrise. It was all she could do anyway, many stores didn’t open before sunrise and the only ones that did were far away.
She sat there at the end of the pier and started waving her feet, looking out into the vast expanse of ocean in front of her. However, it was soon interrupted by a large truck from the highway signaling as it picked up the trash from the local dump. The truck was dripping with a substance that she didn’t know about. It was clear that Axol hated the highway. It ruined the nice and peaceful atmosphere that could happen during the early hours of the day. She had no say in it however, as it was the council who decided the fate of everything in town. It was just one time the council allowed Clump Incorporated to build a highway near the town, possibly to help clean out the dump that had been growing ever since the town had been founded.
As her surroundings began to light as the warm, embracing, rising sun peeked its head out of the water, it drowned out the everlasting noise from the highway as she looked at the beautiful sunrise that came before her. Once it rose enough to hurt her eyes, she got up and left for the market.

Chapter 2
The market was very loud and crowded, much different than the serene and calm atmosphere that was the pier. But it was called for, as many of the different people who sold at the market lived there, and so did their children and their wives. It was uncommon to see anyone live outside of the market, and it showed as the dirty aisles and loud shouting woke Axol enough to remember what she came there for. Axol looked around, trying to find the one person who she trusted to have non-tainted food. After a few minutes of looking around, she found Bartholomew.
Bartholomew was a distinguished farmer, who was the only one Axol trusted for food. It would be wrong to say he was different from the others at the market, as he was just the same as them, though he was more trustworthy with his methods to say the least. He had lived in the market for his whole life, and was used to the smells and sounds that were there all day. He was not the kind of person to do small talk, though he would occasionally say something to Axol each time she bought something from him.
Axol approached Bartholomew with her money in hand in an orderly fashion, unlike the people who lived in the market, who did not care for posture.
“Hello Bartholomew,” Axol greeted, in a monotone voice. “How are you today?”
“Same as always, what do you want to buy?” Bartholomew said back. He started pulling up some freshly baked bread from his furnace.
“Just some bread,” Axol answered, putting three dollars on the counter, “Three loaves of bread should suffice for the week.”
Bartholomew bagged the three loaves of bread and quickly exchanged them for the money, but not as if he was rushing. He then went back to kneading more dough that he had rising from last night.
“Thank you!” Axol exclaimed, waving her hand.
“Mhm. come again soon,” Bartholomew said slowly, focused on his dough.
Axol then got out of the market as fast as possible, as she did not want to be there any longer than she needed to. She started eating some of her bread when she bumped into someone.
“Oh, sorry,” She wasn’t surprised, as the town council also decided to add a lot of bamboo to their town to help with their dwindling wood supply.
“It’s okay ma’am,” They walked to the side as if to let Axol pass, “And what’s your name?”
“My name is Axol, and yours?” Axol told him, not realizing he was into smalltalk.
“I’m David, also you don’t look like an Axol.” David said, rudely.
Axol’s looks differed from day to day, though he

r main appearance was the same. She had long pink hair and usually wore a short dress as she slept. She was also a cat-person, with a long, pink tail and some stubby ears on her head. However this description might be deceiving, as she was not very amiable to most people and she is very experienced in dueling and combat.
“Well, we all have our opinions,” Axol told him, in a similar, rude fashion.
“You look like a poopy head, also why are you dressed like that?” David said, laughing in a way but not really.
Axol was just about ready to punch David in the face when a small stalk of bamboo became unstable and fell on him. Axol would usually try to see if he was okay, but he didn’t really seem that nice to her, so she just stomped once on his groin instead.

Chapter 3
Axol walked back to her house, bread in hand and put it on her counter. Her house wasn’t really that special, though it did look much worse than the other houses in her town. But what it lacked in vanity it paid for in safety. She built her house out of the toughest materials she could find in the dump, things like reinforced iron or solid blackstone. Her house did have one window near her bed, though it was mandatory as the council required all houses to have at least one window. After setting the bread in her storage, she opened the door to her store.
Her store wasn’t really an eyecatcher, and it wasn’t much on the inside as well. It was just a bunch of items on shelves with prices on them. The only reason people came there was because of the orders sheet at the back of the store, where people would ask for things for her to find or create herself for a fee. As Axol opened her store for the day, she was surprised to find a helicopter come down near her store in a clearing. A tall and distinguished man then came over to the store with his bodyguards and leaned down to talk with Axol.
“Hello young lady.” The gentleman said. He was about four inches taller than Axol, and in a lot finer clothing. “How are you on this fine, summer day?”
“First of all,” Axol paused, “It is a terrible day today, it’s so wet.”
“Well then, how are you on this wet, summer day?” The gentleman asked her, laughing. One of his bodyguards was laughing as well.
“What do you want from me?” Axol replied defensively, as she didn’t want the man or his men to take anything.
“Well before I say anything my name is Gingus, though you can call me Gin.” Gingus said, pulling out a business card and giving it to Axol. “Secondly, I came here because of the great reviews people made of you for your services, so I want to see you in action as you do your job.”
“What?” Axol was confused.
“I’m saying that I want you to get me this list of items.” Gingus pulled out a list from his pocket and gave it to her. “If you are able to give it to me within two weeks, I will give you a nice reward.”
One of his bodyguards opened a briefcase filled to the brim with money, maybe even over one hundred thousand dollars. It was enough to get Axol enticed, as she could finally move out of the hellscape that was her town.
Before she accepted, she looked at the list of items that Gingus gave her. To put it simply, she was shocked. 300 tons of blackstone she read, concerned. 450 tons of copper came next

. After it said 200 tons of slate, and then 20 pounds of lamps.
“What is this? And why is it so much?” Axol said worriedly, still in shock.
“Well,” Gingus put his finger to his lips as if he was pondering, “I could lower the amount of materials, but then I would lower the pay.”
“Wait no, I think I can do it.” Axol said, in a soft voice as she did not want to lose her opportunity of leaving this god forsaken place.
“Very well then, I knew you wanted to leave your town.” Gingus said as he tried to pull something out of his briefcase. “What is this place called anyway?”
“Dirtland,” Axol sighed, “One of the poorest towns in a region that is already poor.”
“I’m sure you want to leave this place badly, so just sign here.” Gingus pulled out a clipboard and a pen. “What is your name anyway, young lady?”
Axol signed her name at the bottom of the page, “Axol, my name is Axol.”
“Well then, I’ll see you in two weeks with the materials in these boxes.” Gingus dropped off a few large boxes for where the materials would go. “Impress me.”
Axol then watched Gingus and his bodyguards walk back to the helicopter before getting in and flying off. She wondered where they flew off to, probably one of the rich towns across the ocean. But she didn’t bother to think about it much and got her pickaxe to get to work.

Chapter 4
As Axol put on her work dress to get ready to go to the mines, some customers came in, and she had to wait at the cash register until they were all gone. It felt agonizingly long for her, as the customers poked around and fiddled with the merchandise, obviously thinking of buying it but then putting it back down to go to another shelf. She started playing with the small bamboo plant on the desk. It was one of the bonsai bamboo she was given by some of her family when she visited them, and she took care of it dearly. Axol watered it every day and gave it plenty of sunlight, and it was one of the only things in this town that she cared for. As some of the customers pulled up to the register, she focused back and did her duties.
When the last customer walked out of the store, she got up and closed the store as she breathed a sigh of relief. Axol was ready to start working on the extensive list of items that Gin had asked for, and she started looking through her store’s storage to get a head start.
Axol had many boxes unorganized in her basement. It was strange she even had a basement, though it was leaky and dark, and no amount of torchlight could quench its thirst. She first looked in her big pile of rocks to see if she could find any blackstone in it. It was excruciatingly hard to differentiate the coal from the blackstone, and she had to bring piles of it upstairs to measure them in the sunlight. Axol soon realized that there were some other miscellaneous items that were also in the pile, like a big wad of rotten fishing bait. She threw it out once she picked it up.
Once the sun had started to set, Axol placed all of the blackstone that she had picked through from the pile into the box. She then wondered how she would get it on the scale, which is how she realized that there was a scale built into the box. Axol was astonished about the technology Gin had access to, but she decided not to question it and checked the scale.
4 tons she read, slightly discouraged. She was hoping that the scraps she found in the pile would be enough to cover a good amount of what was needed. Breathing a deep sigh, she went to bed defeated.
She woke up the next day tired, but in a way full of energy. Axol got up and ate some of her bread before looking out her window into the ocean. She then took her pickaxe down to the mines and started quarrying, swinging her pickaxe and breaking off large chunks of slate. Fastly and efficiently, she mined and hauled the large

rocks to the crate, slowly filling it up. After a few hours of working, she looked at the scale to see how much she had filled. Axol expected that she would’ve done a good amount of work, though once she saw the scale all of her satisfaction went away. “Just eight tons,” she told herself in a calm way, “Out of 200.”
Axol sat down on a tall rock to rest. She’d been working for over 3 hours for that slate, and it hurt her that she did so little. She looked at the other miners in the quarry, mining away for their own projects, when she realized that she noticed someone.
“HEY DAVID,” Axol screamed into the crowd, focusing on the duck mining a big chunk of ore, “I’M NOT A POOPYHEAD!”
David turned around and saw her, but instead of responding he picked up a large rock and tried to throw it at Axol, though he missed. Frustrated by this, he screamed loudly at her.
“SHUT UP YOU MELON!” David yelled, proud of the new insults he learned in the mines. He then made a gesture with his hands in the shape of a melon.
Axol didn’t know much about insult slang, so she shot back, “WHAT DID I DO, DOUBLE MELON!”
David stopped for a second, then got out of the quarry and left. Axol felt kind of bad for doing this, so she decided to follow him, however she couldn’t find him once she got out of the quarry. Axol thought of going to the council building to find where David lives, but they probably won’t give them out to anyone that asks.
Continuing her mining, she realized that other miners have been taking her slate instead of mining it themselves, so she decided to go deeper into the mines so that they won’t take her slate. However, they continued to go down and steal them, so she went into the strip mining area so that she could not be bothered. The miners generally respected those in their own strip mines, so she knew that they wouldn’t go into an active strip mine.
Axol mined out more and more slate until she heard someone coming over. She assumed it was the mining manager coming over to tell the strip miners that it was time to leave, so she got up and picked up her crate, which for some reason didn’t feel heavy. As she left her mine and looked at the clock, she realized that it had been 3 hours past closing time. To her left, she saw the mining manager leave with David, to her surprise. She ran up the stairs and out of the mine before David could catch up to her.

Chapter 5
Before Axol went to bed, she checked how much she mined out. Taking off her work dress, she saw that she had managed to get all the slate she needed in one trip. She was surprised that she was able to do that, so she checked it off her list and went to bed.
The next day, Axol woke up more refreshed than usual when she heard more helicopter noises near her home. She quickly ate some bread from her storage and got outside to see the commotion. This was where Gingus was waiting for her near the center of town.
“I’ve received a notification that you’ve met the requirements for one of the boxes!” Gingus exclaimed, looking a little surprised. He then ordered his men to erect a new display board near the lake and wrote something on it. “There is a good chance we might finish it earlier than expected,” Gingus explained, “Are you willing to give us the box you have filled up?”
“Will I get a small part of my reward for doing so?” Axol asked. She’d been running low on money and was running out of bread in her storage. She started farming some of the melon and pumpkin crop over at the fields for some extra money, though it wasn’t much. Sometimes she thought of cutting down some of the bamboo stalks she had near her home to sell the wood, or maybe having a sale at her store so more people would come. But now was not the time to think of that.
“Yes, we can give a small cash reward immediately.” Gingus said, holding a smaller briefcase that Axol assumed had some money. She immediately brought over the box to Gingus and she took the briefcase from him for her reward.
The next day Axol got some of her money and went to the market to get some more food. But when she got there, she couldn’t find Bartholomew anywhere. She looked around frantically before giving up and going to another vendor who she didn’t trust across from Bartholomew’s stall. Perplexed, she then went over to the librarians’ guild to look at the many books to browse through the books while thinking of Bartholomew’s disappearance.
Axol knew that Bartholomew was never absent from his stall, nor was he ever gone for a significant amount of time. She started asking around to ask about his disappearance, though no one knew anything as he disappeared during the night. Axol decided not to trouble herself too much about it and decided to work on the next item on her list.
The 300 tons of blackstone wasn’t very hard to get. The closest quarry for it was far, but it wasn’t much for her and she was do

ne by the end of the day. On the way home, Axol had a little trouble. The closest quarry for the blackstone was on the mainland, and not on the island she lived on, which was where Dirtland was. To get over to the quarry, she had to cross the international border between Dirtland and Australia. And to put it simply, it was really suspicious that Axol was hoarding over a large box and suspicious when she came back with a box full of blackstone. It didn’t really help when she couldn’t use the boat to cross because of the weight, so she had to use the small bridge that Axol thought was ancient.
She was anxious the whole time she crossed the bridge. It was rickety and rackety and so was her head. Axol was extremely anxious of falling into the channel’s murky depths and she took extra precautions such as carrying a balancing stick and keeping one hand on the handrail.
“Haven’t crossed the bridge before?” Someone else crossing the bridge asked. They were also carrying some heavy items across the bridge.
“No, I crossed it before,” Axol said, breathing heavily. “I just never crossed it while holding heavy items.” She then slowed down to steady herself. “Actually, I’m pretty sure I contributed to building the bridge.”
“Well that’s good,” the person crossing the bridge said in a relieved tone. “I can trust a fine lady like you to build this bridge to be strong!”
“Thanks, I guess,” Axol replied, adjusting herself. “I really just supplied the materials.”
“Then the materials must be good,” they said, “It’s not like there were any accidents in the past 2 years that this bridge was here!”
“Well, that’s good,” Axol told herself, looking out into the expanse of water on both sides of the bridge. “Hopefully not ever.”

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