She was there since the beginning. People trusted her, she trusted them. She was the light in the glade. But when WCKD gives them an option to sacrifice her to the maze. They all betray her. The ones that were there have to live with that guilt...
"So far from being free. Of the past that's haunting me and if you take my hand Please pull me from the dark And show me hope again"
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The Glade...2 Days Before Escaping
"Hey Newt. How is the greenie doing?" Nick asked as he walked up to him in the garden. Zart looked up and smiled before he continued on with his work. Newt stopped and leaned on his tool and raised an eyebrow.
"Fine Nick. Did you need something?" Newt asked and Nick shook his head while Thomas watched the two, Chuck was sitting down near him.
"Nope. Just here to give Chuck something." Nick walked over to Chuck and handed him a small knife. "Thank you." Chuck smiled widely at the older boy as he began to carve into his piece of wood.
"Sure thing." Nick said, his smile never leaving his face. "I want to see it once you're done, alright?" Nick asked and Chuck nodded.
"Whose Clara?" Thomas suddenly said out of the blue and everyone stopped what they were doing.
Zart stopped raking, Chuck stopped carving, Newt's head snapped over to Thomas, and Nicks smile instantly vanished as he looked at Thomas.
"Wh-what did you say?" Nick's words trembled as he then looked over to Newt. "What did he say Newt?!" Nick's question was more aggressive and Thomas was shocked by this. It was a simple question. But he didn't know. He was just a greenie. Everyone knew not to say her name. Even the ones who didn't know about her didn't ask. It was a rule.
"Alright, alright. I got this." Newt told Nick calmly, smiling slightly as he patted his friends shoulder. "Go relax, yeah?" Newt asked and Nick nodded slowly before walking off.
Newt's tongue poked out of his mouth slightly as he held his hands on his hips before looking over to Thomas. He made a motion with his hand. "Come on." Newt said as he started to walk away. Thomas looked at Newt confused then to Chuck who gave him a look to follow.
Thomas followed Newt into the deadheads before they stopped at three graves. They each held a name. George, Stephen, and Clara. Newt looked over at Thomas before shaking his finger at him.
"I have to say. You're bloody lucky you said that in front of Nick and not Gally. Gally would've shucked you up." Newt let out a short laugh before taking a deep breath.
"Who was she?" Thomas asked, this time his question was much softer. Newt thought for a moment as he looked at Clara's grave then back to Thomas. "I'm only going to tell you because I like you, but don't talk about her ever again. Not to me, not to anyone. Got it?" Newt looked at him seriously and Thomas nodded.
"She was one of the seven...originals. One of the first that came up. Everyone loved her, she was our family. Her and Gally became best friends believe it or not. They just...connected." Newt spoke as he looked at Thomas.
