𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐚- Tmr - Thomas X Fem OC

01- Questions

Songs for this chapter

Kids - Current Joys

Borderline Tame Impala

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"Athena, Athena, Athena" I mumbled to myself repeatedly.

If my name was the only artifact of my past remaining in my mind, then what was the significance of it? Surely there was a reason why that was the only thing I could remember, or that I was allowed to remember. I have spent over two years in the Glade now and yet our names are all that I and the other inhabitants of this abnormal place can recall.

But that is far from the only question I have. Given that I spend so much time simply sitting with my abundance of thoughts I have many questions, but no answers. For example,

Why have a group of about fifty teenagers been inexplicably sent up into a mysterious labyrinth?

Why have all our memories been wiped except for our names?

Why are we left to fend for ourselves in such a dangerous habitat?

Who put us here?

But most importantly

Why was I the only girl?

This is the question I had been contemplating ever since the first day I arrived in this unnerving, inelegantly built, hellish location called The Glade. Being surrounded by fifty boys was a cruel fate. I couldn't imagine who would want to subdue me to such torture. Unfortunately though as I've previously mentioned, these are all unanswered queries. And despite how hard I attempt to discover these much-needed answers, they are nowhere to be found, mysteries left unsolved.

"Athena!" An irritated voice belted out from below me. "Athena, you're needed, so if you could make a bloody appearance that would be great."

This startled me and snapped me out of my pensiveness. I rapidly scrambled down from the tree I had been perched in to spend my lunch hour and thumped onto the ground. Before me stood a tall, pale boy with messy dirty blonde hair that I was all too familiar with.

"Hi Newt" I said in greeting to the Glade's one and only, second-in-command.

His green eyes flickered over my hunched-over body, exhausted from my rapid descent from the tree. "You're wanted back in the Med Hut, one of the slicers' gotten himself into a bit of a predicament in there," Newt explains, eyebrows furrowed.

"Oh, okay. No problem, I'll go over there now." I reply noticing the concern in his features. I had now recovered from my previous exertion and began trekking out of the Dead Heads towards the Med Hut.

While on my stroll I thought about the Glader's unusual naming system, Dead Heads instead of woods, MedJack instead of a doctor or a medic, TrackHoe instead of a Gardener, and a whole abundance of other confusing word substitutes that had become normal to the Gladers over the years of living here.

Eventually, I made it to the makeshift doorway of this tacked-together 'hospital'. I walked under the archway and into the hut making my way straight to my desk. Having my own desk was only one of the benefits of being Keeper of the MedJacks. For example, I got to make key decisions on how the medical system is run here, I get to teach other MedJacks the secrets of the trade, and most importantly, I'm not under anybody else's control. I love being able to freely do my job without being under the judgment and command of somebody else.