Cinder Mellark didn't know what happened to her mother. She heard whispers as she walked by, talks of birds and whispers of revolution. Everyone seemed to know her name and stared at her wherever she went. Cinder didn't know what happened to her mother, all she knew was that she was gone, and her and her brother Rye were oblivious as to what happened to her. This is Cinder's reality: Her father cries most nights, and spends most days in the empty house next door to theirs. When the world is too much, she writes letters to her mother, in the hope that when she comes back, she can read them and catch up. They trudge to the main square each year, for the reaping. The poor mine coal and starve to death without the bat of an eyelid from the Capitol. There is rubble that surrounds the streets and she doesn't know why. Her father loves her and Rye but she can see he's hurting. He whispers things under his breath. Whispers words like 'Revolution.'

Percy has no idea what is going on -- but then again, that's not really a surprise. There's these boys who call themselves the 'Gladers.' Stuck in a maze full of flesh-eating robot spiders, it would be pretty good to actually know what the heck is going on. But he remembers only Annabeth -- her name and nothing more. Annabeth is lost. She can sense she doesn't fit in with the girls who find her in the Box. They took her in -- they're like family. But she knows one thing. She needs to get back to Percy, well, whoever he is. But she'll get back to him at all costs. [ Set after the Last Olympian and shortly after Teresa's arrival in the Glade. All rights go to Riordan and Dashner. ] Completed on April 9, 2016. No longer editing due to lack of inspiration and time constraints. Disclaimer: I wrote this as a thirteen year old desperate to write the fanfiction that I've always wanted to read. While this fanfiction isn't necessarily bad, a thirteen year old's writing is bound to have plot holes, mediocre grammar, and horrible characterization. It's been years--cut me some slack. Happy reading.