Hey Oddsville, I have read most of your story and it is really good. I don't particularly like first person but you did a good job. Keep up the good work!
Part Ten:
The pale mudokon swung his pick down and broke off another chunk of stone from the wall of the mine. He wiped grime from his paw onto his loinclothe and then swung again, breaking more rock. He didn't know what it was he was digging up. He supposed it was some sort of metal; the glukkons needed something to build their factories out of. He swung again, this time breaking off an even bigger chunk. Pik listened to the clinking of other slaves working. He wondered why it was only the blind mudokons who were sent here. If the glukkons wanted their ore fast, wouldn't they want more workers? It didn't make sense. Pik swung again. It smelled terrible in the mines, everything was dirty and the work was tiring. The blind mudokon was always listening for ways to escape.
At first he thought escape would be easy, even though he was blind. There were no slig guards down where he was posted, except on the occasions when they came to collect what ever it was he had dug up. But it was hard to find his way. His incredible sense of hearing was no good in the caves because echos were so deceptive. Pik could only wait for an opportunity to present itself. Until then, he would dig.
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