Minho POV

We got up through the trap door and into the blistering heat of the desert. i stared through the heat waves and saw nothing. No, wait! I saw a figure stumbling around. He wasn't that far off, either. But then he stopped, and fell to the ground. He didn't get back up. Once everybody was out in the desert, I called them tattention.

"Listen up, shuck faces! There's a shank out there that probably needs our help." I said. " I say we help him, and if he's another trial or one of those crazy slinthead cranks, we leave. Sound good?" The other Gladers nodded their approval. And so we head out toward the mystery shank, with the sheets over our heads. It takes about an hour to get there. When we did, we found him laying on the ground, breathing shallowly, but not moving. I started to walk over to him but a hand held me in place

"Be careful, Minho." Newt said. Then the hand let go and I kept going. The strange boy was on his back, his eyes sealed shut.

"Hello? Are you okay?" I asked. He didn't respond, so I slapped him. His head snapped to the side and stayed there, but his eyes didn't open. The wind started increasing in speed.

"Dude, are you in there?" as had to yell over the wind. I shook him. He didn't respond. The wind kept increasing, it ripped at my hair and my clothes.

"Wake up, shuck face!" I screamed.

"Minho! He's not going lot wake up!" Someone screamed from behind me. I ignored them. I shook him again. The wind kept getting stronger and stronger. I shook him once more. Then his eyes popped open. They were bright green and looked crazy.

"He's a crank!" I yelled as I hurried to get off of him. But I was too slow. He screamed the word 'lightning' as loud as he possibly could. Then a thousand volts of electricity made both our bodies convulse. And then we caught on fire. But Thomas and Newt were there, shoveling sand onto us while the other Gladers ran around crazily. They continued to do this until the flames went out for both of us. They dragged us all the way to the city, the bodies thrown around by the wind. Once we got to the city, the went into the nearest building and propped us up against the wall. I felt like I was looking at my reflection when I faced him. He was limp, in pain, and awake, his bright eyes blinking every few seconds.

"Who are you?" He asked.

"We're the Gladers. I'm Newt, this is Thomas, this is Minho, and these are all our friends. Now who exactly might you be?" Newt asked.

"I'm Percy Jackson." The boy answered.