My mind drifted in and out of consciousness, and all I remember is my head banging painfully against Minho's back as he carried me back to the glade. Then, for the second time that I was awake, I saw a blurry image of another pair of hands grabbing me just as I heard the grinding sound of the doors closing.
"Quick! Someone get the medjacks, I'll get her to the homestead!" I heard Newt shout. The panic in his voice was evident.
His strong hands closed around my body and I was held tightly in his arms, I could feel his heart racing through his chest.
"Lib... I knew you shouldn't have gone into that maze. This is all my fault. You need to get better or... Or I'll never forgive myself... Libellus..."
"Newt..." My voice was hoarse and I could hear the pain. "It isn't your- your fault."
My breath was squeezed out of me as Newt held me closer, and he started to sprint.
Pain blurred my vision as I thrashed about violently. I was laying on an operating table, in a completely white room. Surgeons in white suits surrounded me with large needles.
"No! I'm not like you, I'm not a glader!" I screamed desperately.
"You have to be. I admit, I don't recall seeing you around here before, but there is no one else that isn't a crank. And cranks can't get inside, so you must be a glader. We will give you one thing though, you may take a note with you. We will allow you to write anything on a piece of paper, and you may take it in with you."
A man who looked strangely like a rat held an empty piece of paper to me. I hurriedly grabbed it and scribbled down the lines of the prophecy. Then, clutching it to my body, I allowed the surgeons to hold me down. A single tear rolled down my cheek, and the strange liquid which would take my memories was injected in to my body.
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FanfictionIs this world real? How can we be so sure? Libellus has always wished that she could escape from reality, to be like a character in the many books she reads. But be careful what you wish for. Stories aren't always as fun as they seem, and Libellus l...
