Entering the Maze

Percy's POV

I looked around me, as I was shooting up a black pit. My demigod instincts kicked in right away. I checked my surroundings, worried about what may be ready to attack me, but I saw nothing but darkness from all sides and heard the shrieking of the rails as I was being lifted up. I didn't know what to do, so I did the lamest thing ever, I screamed. Scared for my life, others in my family had the Flare, is this what this was? A containment facility where they kept the sick and dying? I shook my head, trying to release the ideas from my thoughts.

I was scared, of dying, of living, of everything. Where was this create like thing taking me, a million thoughts ran through my mind. I kept screaming and shaking my head. Yelling for the help I would never receive. I kept screaming until I heard a shutter and the create like thing stopped, just before I was about to reach the light ahead.

I tried climbing the wall, using the items that had cluttered the floor. Nothing helped, I still couldn't reach the top, and escape to the sunlight. I climbed and climbed, hoping the training I had at Camp Half-Blood would help. I tried using my powers of water, but nothing seemed to work, there was no water to help me and my trusty pen sword Riptide would not help.

I screamed again, begging for help from whatever was on the other side of the sunlight. I screamed again, this time two figures popped up above, covering the sunlight that streamed in just moments before. I waved my hand furiously in the arm, in an attempt to grab their attention. It did, but the figures picked up something and covered the area where the light was streaming in.

I screamed telling them to stop, but they continued and then the create started to move towards the now covered sunlight. I screamed as I inches towards the black metal. Scared I kept screaming. Then right when I'm about to hit the metal, I wake up.

My eyes shoot open as I lay on my cot in the Glade, a place I've lived for a while. I look around me examining the area, noticing every other boy in my room was sound asleep. I sat up in my cot, carful not to make too much noise.

I grabbed Riptide from my pants pocket, it always magically appeared like that, in my pocket in the shape of a pen. But when I undid the cal, it became a sword It was a gift from my father Poseidon before we had Factions and the Flare.

I was in the Dauntless faction, most demigods were because most of us would do the stupidest things, and some like me were claimed to be Divergent. It was something I don't understand that much, I just know I'm one of them, most of the other Glades are either Demigods or Divergent, no matter the Faction.

I looked over to the cot beside me to see it empty. No one new had arrived yet. I think the Flare has killed almost everyone. We die here in the Maze too, just not of the Flare like others.

Here we die of getting stung by the malicious beats that rome the Maze at night known as Grievers or of natural causes. Only one or two have died that way. I shook my head clearing it if the thoughts of those who died in the Maze by Grievers I turned my attention back to Riptide and thought about Camp Half-Blood

Camp Half-Blood was a special camp for demigods to hide and train for any run in with a monster, like hydras and stuff not Grieverd. Camp was a place I lived after my mother died in a brutal car accident.

After that, I went to camp and learns how to survive as a demigod. Camp Half-Blood was also one of the main meeting places for Dauntless because most people in Dauntless were demigods or divergent.

Almost everyone here was either a demigod, in Dauntless, or Divergent I've been here for years and I know almost everyone and what faction they're in. After a few years of living in the Glade, you learn to appreciate everyone and everything they do.

If one person forgot to do one thing, it could mess up their whole system of work, cleaning cooking tending the animals, running the Maze, and other things like that. I was a runner, ran the Maze during the day, before the walls closed.

It was hard work, but someone had to do it and only the fast runners I the Glade could be a Runner. My friend Nico had said that I couldn't run, that I could only swim. That was true at one time, but being in the Glade and working with the Maze has inspired me to do my best and being a Runner makes me feel like I'm helping the best I can.

Camp Half-Blood had also help me realize that. And although camp could help train us and keep us protected from monsters it couldn't keep us protected from the Flare and its insufferable affects. The Flare made you slowly go crazy. Some demigods back at camp either became Cranks or killed by one.

I was just lucky enough to be able to protect myself and not get the disease. But after I thought I was safe, I was thrown into the Glade and have spent everyday in here since.

Weve tried to escape, but with no victory. We sent Runners out into the Maxe during the day before the huge brick walls closed for the night and the Grievers came out. I just never thought we would even have a chance of escape if it wasn't for her...

The moment she came, everything was different and things started to change, fast.

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