The ground started moving underneath me faster than I could wake up. I was in some sort of daze, my vision blurry, head aching as I heard the sound of metal against metal screech through the dark oblivion. I snapped open my eyes to find only more darkness and the sound still continued. I thought I might have been dreaming, even pinched my soft skin to make sure, but there was nothing. In the moments of my wake, I attempted to look trhough my brain and find out why I was here, what I was doing here, but there was nothing. The only thing my mind could conjure up was my name, bouncing around over and over inside my skull: Brienne.

I tried to search deeper for anything, memories, but none came, only the sound of my name, repeating itself over and over again as the screeching continued. Then I realized I was being lifted. This was some sort of moving shaft and I realized that the longer I stayed in here, I would soon go crazy and who knew how long this thing would go. I needed to get out. My first instict was to try and find a door, so I slowly go to my feet and grounded myself as the shaft shook and rattled and walked blindly in the dark to find my escape. I walked with my hands out until the reached a metal wall, little holes cut out in the thin metal, like a cage. I ran my hands around the gritty surface and found that it surrounded me as I turned ninety degrees 4 times, each time running my hands along the same gritty surface until I realize I had made a box around myself. I tried jumping up to see if I could grab the top and fling myself up, but it only resulted in my hands being scraped by the cage in my palms and along the top of my knuckles as I attempted a few times. I gritted my teeth, the pain seeping in through my hands. After my hands getting ripped more and more, I decided that it was no use. But if the cage rattled, it couldn't be very strong. So, I flung myself at the cage, head spinning every time it spitted me back out into the middle of the cage, landing on my back, sometimes landing on my head. I tried this about ten times, each only giving me the result of being thrown back either on my head or my back. I realized at that time that it was no use. The cage wouldn't budge. At least until it found its destination. But that could take forever, considering I've probably been in here for thirty minutes or more. I've lost all track of time during my constant attempts to escape the screeching cage, moving up.

I sit in the middle of the cage and cradle my ripped up hands against my pounding head, feeling as if my skull were bouncing around my head, trying to get out. I panted heavily, tears slowly slipping out of my eyes, but I quickly wiped them away with the heel of my hand, knowing if I wiped them away with any other part of my hand, blood would stain the trail. I couldn't let the people waiting at the destination of the cage see my weakness. They would not have that satisfaction out of me. I just sat on the floor and cradled my knees up to my chest while my head continued its pounding. That's when I sat a flashing red light up above me and the sound of a siren wailing throughout the cage. The light lit it up just enough to see that there was cargo all around me of things I didn't know the uses of and things that were protected by boxes or barrels. I looked up, the red light getting closer, the siren still wailing on and on. As the red light was close enough I was sure I was going to crash into it, along with the cage, it halted to a stop. The moving stopped and I realized I was holding my ears, my knees still up to my chest, attempting to block out the noise of the siren, but until I stopped, it blared on.

I waited as the red light flickered off and I was left along in an still cage. That was, until sliding doors above me spread apart, light flooding in and a circle of people surrounded the entrance of the cage. They weren't just people, they were teenage boys, probably the oldest being about twenty years old. There was one girl peeking out of the crowd, looked to be around sixteen years old. I heard the boys speak up and she turned and left.

"Go check it out, Newt." Said a deep voice.

The top of the cage opened and a tall, slim boy with golden hair and chocolate colored eyes jumped into the box, not intimidating. He crouched down in front of me and looked at me, his eyes full of kindness and the gold in his hair glinting in the morning sun.

"My name's Newt." He said with the smallest of smiles. "Welcome to the Glade."

The Glade? What was that? Sounded like a trap. But I decided to trust the boy with the accent I don't know the origin of.

"Are you serious?" A voice from above spat out. "Another girl? I thought Teresa would be the only one of those."

"I call dibs. Thomas already got dibs on Teresa. I want a girl too." Another one said.

"Shut your shuck faces." Newt yelled to the boys above. "No one calls dibs, understand?"

The boys laughed and one by one, left. Left me alone here with Newt.

He slowly coaxed me to take my hands off of my ears, I hadn't realized they were still on there, but I had heard the boys perfectly. He gently put his hands of mine and pulled them off of my ears. That's when I finally got a good look at the condition of my hands. Skin was peeling off in many locations and blood covered my hands, my raw hands. I tried not to vomit at the sight, but I didn't need to, there was nothing for me to lose in my stomach and I wasn't bothered by it, except bothered by my health. An infection might start if we leave it too long.

"Tried to get out, did you?" Newt asks calmly as he inspects my hands.

I only nod, the slight incline making my head pound more.

"Let's go and bandage these up, then."

He helps me up and my feet immediately disagree and weakly fall to the floor. We wait a few minutes before trying again to get me up and this time me legs cooperate. He lifts me out of the cage and we walk towards a wooden building. I take this time to wearily look around the destination. A forest in a corner and many animals and shacks all surrounded by stone walls. I decide not to think about it too long and to wait until I felt a little bit better to start asking the questions that were bouncing around my head.

Newt turned to me and asked,

"Do you remember your name?"

I nod my head.

"What is it so you can avoid being called Greenie for the next month."

"Brienne, I say groggily, my vision becoming blurry.

"What a beautiful name." He says as my vision becomes pure black and I fall into his arms.