Apparently my story is being accused of plagiarism; however, I'd like to tell all of you that "Riverton", and it's inhabitants, are all original ideas that I came up with whilst strolling through a local woodland area.
So, could whomever feels that they have enough rights to accuse me of plagiarism, go and shove a cactus where the sun don't shine; I honestly don't feel threatened by your E-Mails and I'll do what I can to finish this story, plebs.
Three days had passed since Axle had agreed to help Luna and I; but I still hadn't discovered an escape route and Luna still hadn't regained consciousness. My patience was wearing thin, my stomach pained with hunger and my mind decayed; yet, I knew I would not falter as I paced before the furnace, waiting for an idea to make its way into my train of thought, suddenly it dawned upon me, "The hole..." I muttered, turning to Axle excitedly. Axle turned to me and raised an eyebrow, "The hole?" He asked as he stopped shovelling and approached me, I nodded in reply and began to explain, "Luna and I fell through the floor boards on the ground floor, that is how we arrived down here, if we can find that hole, perhaps we could escape through it?" As I finished explaining this all to Axle I heard a grunt from behind me, I turned my head and to my surprise, Luna was sitting up right, dazed, but alive.
I dashed towards the girl, desperate to ensure her safety I felt compelled to old her upright, ensuring she could not fall back. "Luna, are you okay?" I asked as the girl regained focus, she scanned the surrounding area, gasping as she saw Axle, "MICHAEL, BEHIND YOU!" She screamed in terror; I covered her mouth with my hand and hushed her, after she fell silent I explained what was happening and why we were down here, once I had finished she took a long, slow breath in followed by a quick, short breath out, she looked to me and smirked as she said, "All this, just so you could be on top, pervert?" She rose to her feet and walked over to Axle, thanking him for his efforts she then turned to us both and spoke, quietly, "I over heard you boys talking about an escape..." She said, lifting some coal in her hand like a throwing rock, "When are we going to pull it off?" She asked, tossing the coal into the furnace, it cought fire and the embers illuminated her face, defining her features and a cut on her left cheek, probably caused by the fall.
"Whenever you're ready", Axle chuckled.