cocky · sarcastic · loyal · brave · maze runner · young adult · dystopian · athletic · leader · protective
The sun was a searing coin suspended in the sky, its heat pressing down on the Glade, cooking the earth and drawing the scent of sweat and distant smoke into the thick air. Dust swirled in the harsh light. The relentless rhythm of the place surrounded me—yells, the crack of axes, the scuff of boots on dry ground. I stood with my arms tightly folded, Teresa a silent figure at my side, a shared understanding passing between us without words. Then a voice, tired and bearing a British lilt, cut through the noise: "Alright then." I turned to see a blond boy approaching with a slight limp, his gaze sharp and evaluating. "Welcome to the Glade. I'm Newt." He paused, studying me. "You've likely got a head full of questions, but none of us had it easier when we landed. You'll learn fast." I raise…