(NOTE: CHAPTERS ARE CURRENTLY BEING EDITED)
In which Teresa wasn't the first girl to come up in the box...
*This is a NewtxOC fanfic*
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Emma wakes up in a dark box, starting her new life with only memories of her name and a boy named Thomas...
the g...
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I'm more trouble than I'm worth
Could you love me while I hate myself?
Because I don't know how this works
I never learned how this works
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The air inside the Maze was different, thick, and still, carrying an almost unnatural silence.
As Emma followed the group through the towering stone entrance, a sense of foreboding settled over her, weighing down each step she took. The walls rose on either side, stretching up and up until they disappeared into shadow.
They were immense, weathered gray slabs, pockmarked with age and crisscrossed with jagged cracks that splintered through the stone.
Vines clung to every surface, searching for sunlight that never reached this part of the Maze. Some of the vines were thick and gnarled, their roots having burrowed into the crevices of the stone over what must have been years. Others were newer, creeping over the edges like veins, contrasting against the dull gray.
Here and there, small clusters of moss clung to the walls.
The path ahead was narrow, the stone floors uneven beneath their feet, with fractures zigzagging through the ground as if the earth itself had tried to resist the oppressive weight of the Maze's walls.
Each footfall echoed against the stone, bouncing off the tight corridors and fading into the eerie silence. It was the kind of silence that pressed against their ears, where even their breaths seemed too loud.
The air held a stale, earthy scent, mixed with the faint tang of decay as if the dampness of the vines and the age-old stone had seeped into every inch of this place.
Every few steps, the path would veer sharply, leading them around tight corners where the walls closed in even further, narrowing the way until it felt like they were being swallowed by the stone. The twists and turns seemed endless, each new corridor looking just like the last, making it easy to lose track of direction.
Minho's voice echoed down the narrow passage as he shouted, "We're almost there, stay close!"
His gaze flickered back toward Emma for just a moment, a silent reminder to keep up, before he focused ahead again, jogging briskly.
Emma followed, her curiosity about the Maze pulling her attention in all directions, despite the urgency of their mission. The others trailed behind, a mix of excitement and trepidation in their eyes as they took in the eerie surroundings.
Emma's eyes roamed the walls, her fascination growing with each step. The ivy climbed high, its leafy tendrils defying the decrepit stone, twisting and curling toward the dim light far above.
