The First Glader |Canceled|

Prolouge

My eyes shot open as my head spun, where was I? I looked around but darkness was my only friend. "Help me!" I screamed but it echoed off the walls that were probably metal like the cold dense floor under me. Where was I heading? Wait, who am I? I shook my head, not important right now, I need to figure out where I'm going and why. I shakily got up and walked forward and I tripped on a box by the feel of it. I put my hand in it and felt a button and clicked it, a light cane out of it. "What is this thing?" I stopped my train of thought as I actually heard my raspy voice, it had and English accent.

It seemed charming really but now is not the time to focus. Where ever I was heading could be anywhere. It could be my doom but I only knew darkness and this small flashlight. Soon the cage stopped and shortly the roof opened. One box is all I had, Why? It seemed to be filled with clothes, food, water and a few books. I wasn't tall enough to get out by pulling myself up so I took the box and closed it.

I then did something I hoped I wouldn't regret, I threw the box out of the cage. I jumped onto the edge of the box with hands barely gripping on. I pulled myself up with no chance I was going to give up. I just got here. I pulled myself onto solid ground and laid there looking at the deep sky blue sky that seemed endless. Ro. It popped into my head clear as day, that was my name. I smiled, that was the last thing I thought I'd be doing but I was smiling, widely with no care. I sat up and found the box I threw and opened it, a mirror was inside of it, I can see what I look like now.

I picked it up and noticed my dirty blonde hair that was just below my shoulders, I had ice blue eyes with pale as pearl skin. I can't be more than seven, yeah seven is a good age. Maybe not for here but I know somethings, just not enough. I set down the mirror and took a look at what I had on.

I had jeans, a thin gray shirt with a green jacket on. Beige boots that were easy to run in, something attached to my waist and glove like grips on my hands. I picked up the small box and headed toward a slightly unstable building and stayed there.

Weeks passed, and I have yet to go out of this place, I called it the glade, I didn't know why I just did. I needed to get out there or I'd go crazy. Hello? I jumped, an unfamiliar voice said in my head. How is that possible?  Hello?!

It was a boy's voice. Hello? Who are you?

I'm Al, I'm seven and I have no clue where I am but the Pool. Who are you?

I'm Ro, I'm seven as well. I don't know where the Pool is but I'm in what I call the Glade.

Are you about to go into the maze?

How did you know?

Just a feeling, be careful.

I smiled, You too, Al. I closed my eyes and ran out into the twisting and turning of the maze. When I finally stopped it was getting dark, and then I heard the slamming of the walls that I heard every night. I was stuck in the maze. Al! Help! I'm stuck in the maze! I had to keep calm but when I heard metal, whirling and moans of the monsters I felt fear but I couldn't give up.

You're still in the maze! Ro, the monsters!

Not helping.