Minho's POV
It was a normal day and I was running along with newt, who was jotting down the notes, cutting the ivy ever so often, when I heard something rustling. My head snapped up in that direction and I saw nothing suspicious, but just to be sure I approached the branch of ivy and yanked down on it. Nothing happened, so I moved onto the next one along and tugged on that one too. With a small shriek, a girl tumbled down onto the floor. I stepped back in surprise and she took the opportunity and shot up and sprinted off, with us close on her tail.
Then I heard it. A griever. I skidded to a halt, along with newt and we considered our options... Leave the girl to the griever, run and live or not get stung, grab the girl and hopefully avoid he griever or charge the griever and get stung and possibly die. I knew the 3rd was out of the question, so I wondered whether to leave or save the girl.... I looked at newt and as if we were reading each other's minds, we....
