[h1][center][color=green]Oliver[/color][/center][/h1]

[color=green]*Huff, huff*[/color] Oliver could barely gather his breathe let alone lift this next red ore block. Three days was as long as he had been at Red Rock, but with the strain of work and not even being able to grieve his parents death made it fell like years. Receiving constant beatings, getting low amounts of sleep, and being chained up-many would crack and fall apart in those kinds of situations, but Ollie wouldn't give up hope. He had to push through. He believed someday something would change. He should be dead now, but fate gave him a second chance. It couldn't be just to work til his death, but he was starting to lose hope.

Working with Tommy was interesting. For some reason being near him slightly revitalized Ollie. He didn't know why, but he hoped that it was a sign things would change. Ollie was having trouble putting some of the ore in the hovercart when a Githkin snapped its whip at him. This caused Ollie to fall over, [color=green][i]*Crap.*[/i][/color] Ollie quickly got up before the Githkin could pounce. He lifted the ore above the side of the cart and dropped it in, [color=green][i]*Come on. You can do this Ollie. Don't let them take your heart from you.*[/i][/color] Ollie could hear Tommy singing from the small crevice he had just gone through; and instead of just listening this time, Ollie uttered the first words he had said in the past few days by singing along, [color=green]"297 piles of rocks in the mine, 297 piles of rocks! Take one down, mine it out, 296 piles of rocks in the mine..."[/color] Ollie decided he shouldn't just work for himself, but also for the others around him. For people like Tommy.