Bad Decision
The day had grown long when the rain had stopped and the ground was dry enough to venture to the entrance of the maze. The entire population of the Glade was standing around the opened stone doors of the maze. Newt was to Lyra's right, Thomas to her left. The maze started to make cranking sounds.
"Come on can't we send someone after them?" Thomas asked.
"It is against the rules." Gally answered.
"We can't risk sending anyone else into the maze." Newt clarified.
The wind began to howl and the doors started to close, when Thomas saw Minho and Alby making their way to the entrance. However, something was wrong. Lyra saw it too. Minho was dragging Alby, who looked unconscious, towards the closing doors. The crowd started yelling at Minho and cheering him on.
"You got to leave him, Minho" Gally yelled
"You can do it Minho" Chuck yelled
"They are not going to make it" Newt said to Lyra.
Time seemed to move slower. Lyra glanced at Thomas, he was thinking about doing the exact same thing she was. In order for them to all survive she needed to be in the maze too. She reached to Newt's back pocket and pulled out his large blade. The handle was stained with a few drops of red liquid that had long since dried.
"I am sorry… I love you. I will always come running back to you." Lyra whispered to Newt.
"What?" Newt asked.
The doors were about to close when Lyra nudged Thomas to run. As she left where she was standing she could feel the fingertips of Newt trying to stop her, but she couldn't lose more friends. She sprinted closely behind Thomas into the maze. The doors shut right behind her as she entered the maze. Thomas had fallen to the ground and was trying to get up.
Minho fell to his knees, clearly exhausted, "Congratulations, you just killed yourself." He said breathlessly.
"What?" Thomas asked
Lyra rolled her eyes,"Stop being melodramatic."
She walked to Alby and examined him. Alby has been stung. There was a cut on his forehead.
"I did what I had to." Minho explained.
"Wait. What do you mean about being melodramatic" Thomas asked Lyra.
Lyra heard Thomas but was so busy to turn to him. She was examining the bunches of ivy that were growing up the wall.
"The biggest lie is that no one had survived a night in the maze." Lyra said, still examining the ivy.
"What who?" Thomas asked
Lyra turned her head to look at Thomas.
"Me." Lyra responded, she turned back to a bunch of the ivy, cleared some of it back, pulling out a quiver full of arrows, a bow and fingerless gloves with a blue circle in the palms of each glove.
"How did you know those where there?" Thomas asked
Lyra gave a look to Thomas, "I didn't enter the Glade from the box…"
"I guess I had almost just assumed you did" Thomas interrupted.
"I entered the Glade from the maze." Lyra gave a quick glance to Minho before looking ahead toward the rest of the maze, "We don't have time to stand around gawking. Come on we need to find a safe place for Alby."
Thomas and Minho carried Alby as Lyra lead them further into the maze.
