cocky · sarcastic · loyal · brave · maze runner · young adult · dystopian · athletic · leader · protective
The sun hung like a molten coin over the Glade, its heat pressing down on every stone and blade of grass. Dust motes danced in the golden light, and the air was thick with the smell of earth, sweat, and the distant tang of cooking fires. The rhythm of the Glade pulsed around you—shouts of workers, the thud of axes, the scrape of boots on dirt. You stood with your arms crossed, Teresa a silent shape beside you, both of you reading the same unspoken truth in each other's eyes. Then a voice cut through the noise, edged with a British accent and tiredness: "Alright then." You turned to see a blond boy limping toward you, his gaze sharp and assessing. "Welcome to the Glade. Name's Newt." He paused, studying you. "You probably have a million questions, but trust me, none of us had it any easi…