The Youngest Glader

Chapter One

Crash!! The large grated lift containing precious cargo collided with a metal grill, covered by doors. This sound was coupled with the screaming of a small child who could remember nothing of himself or his life. Nothing. Not even his own name. The five year old child was frightened and began to cry as he drew his legs up to his chest and curled up.
Muffled voices were heard above him as the grill was pushed back, letting blinding sunlight in. Above, several boys in their early twenties stared down at the child. One of them, a muscled, burly young man, presumably the oldest, jumped down next to the boy and gently asked "Hey, do you remember anything at all?Not your name? The boy shook his head tentatively and buried his face in his hands as new tears started to form. "I'm Newt, pleased to meet you." Said the older boy, rubbing the other's arm supportively. "Do you think you can stand?" Newt asked. The boy stumbled to his feet but lost his balance and fell into Newt's waiting arms. He was gently lifted and put on the ledge above as Newt jumped out of the lift. Another boy, Asian and taller than Newt and more muscled took the child by the hand and squeezed it encouragingly before beaming down at him. "Hey Minho, could you take him around please, try to calm him down." Newt asked, only audible to the young man, Minho,  who had the child's small hand in his own strong one. Newt saw how traumatised this boy was, being so fragile and young. Minho led the boy out into the Glade and through a clearing where light streamed through the trees. The boy had regained his footing yet was still weak. He stumbled and fell to the ground after loosing his balance. Minho caught him with agility and gently placed him on the windswept forest floor. The boy hugged his knees tightly and whispered "Why don't I remember anything?" The tone of his voice was terrified and frightened. "Hey," Minho started, pulling he boy into a warm hug, immediately taking a liking to the boy. "Don't worry, you're fine. Your name will come back to you soon. I promise." Minho said as the boy curled up into his arms, feeling safe in the embrace. "What do you say we go and meet everyone?" The child nodded and this cued Minho to pick him up and carry him out of the clearing.
The boys who had been by the lift were slowly dispersing amongst the different tents and huts. When Minho entered the Glade, the boys turned to look at the small child in his arms. They walked towards them and then into the largest hit in the centre of the Glade. This is where Minho started to introduce the others to the boy. "This is Newt," Minho said calmly as he gestured to the boy who had helped him out of the lift about an hour before. "Alby," Minho continued and carried him to the tall leader of the group where the boy shifted into a comfortable position in Minho's arms. "And this is Gally." Minho said finally after introducing him to the rest of the group. Gally was a stout, muscled young man with a stern face. He smiled slightly at the boy and continued to sharpen his knife.
As night fell over the camp, the small child began to feel tired and sleepy. He was drifting off to sleep, feeling safe and loved under the watchful gaze of Minho. Suddenly, he sat bolt upright in his hammock and started to scream and cry. Minho immediately went to him and cradled the boy in his arms until he calmed. "Hey, you're safe, you're safe." Minho whispered, kissing the boy's head. He loved the child and vowed silently to himself that he would look after him and take care of him no matter what. "Alfie." A voice came from underneath the covers, plaintive yet certain. "What?" Minho asked quietly. "My name, it's Alfie. I remember!" The child, Alfie beamed, hugging Minho tightly. Minho was elated and overjoyed as he saw the happiness on Alfie's face. He loved him as a younger brother and would always look after him. "Thank you MinMin," mumbled Alfie into his side. "You're welcome, honey." Minho said, smiling broadly as the child's adorable nickname pleased him. Alfie didn't head this as he was already asleep in the loving, warm arms of Minho. His protector - his guardian - his brother.

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