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Percy

Damn it. How in Hades did Minho see Riptide? Minho and Thomas were both mortals, for goodness sake. When Percy had fought the Grievers, he'd pulled out Riptide. But he'd hoped that all Minho saw was something like a bat, or even a stick. Certainly not a sword. If Minho had seen it, does that mean that Thomas had recognized Riptide's true form too?

It didn't matter much right now. Whether or not Percy liked it, the fact remained that Minho had seen his sword appear from thin air, and was now having doubt about him.

And if Minho was started to feel like he'd put trust in the wrong person, it was highly likely that the guy would tell someone. The person on the top of the list – Newt. They were main leaders in the Glade. So in that split second, as Minho got ready to leave the hut, Percy made up his mind.

The secret could not be kept any longer. If his loyalty was questioned amongst the Gladers, they would no longer trust his actions. In order for these people to find a way out of the Glade, they needed a person who dares to lead them out. They needed a leader whom they can rely on. Someone that they can put their confidence in.

Percy had to break the news to them eventually. He couldn't tell everyone together, not knowing how they'd take it – it might turn them all against him, then he and Leo would be in some serious trouble. So perhaps he could start of by telling Minho and Newt.

He was going to come clean.

"It means that we're demigods. Half human…half god." Leo supplied.

Both Minho and Newt looked like they were at a loss for words. Their brains seemed to be humming, considering, judging if what Leo said could possibly be true.

Newt seemed to come back to his senses first, and said, "You're joking, aren't you?"

Percy shook his head seriously and backed up what Leo had just said. "We're not. It's true. We're demigods."

Then Minho said in disbelief, "Are you asking to be banished? You know if Gally ever heard that, he'd jump onto the opportunity to get you thrown out for sure."

Percy raised both his arms in a placating gesture.

"I need to tell you both this because I believe you won't tell Gally. And the other reason is because I need you to know that you can trust me." Percy said.

Minho opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but closed it again.

"We're demigods. We come from another time, more of like a future, or you could even call it an alternate universe. We were sent here by the Greek gods to help you guys get out of this Glade." Percy added.

"Woah, hang on there." Newt said. "There's no way out. We've been here for years. The Runners have gone in there every single day for the past years and there have never been a way out. And besides, I'm not sure most of us Gladers even want to leave the maze. There're Grievers out there, ready to kill us. It's much safer in here."

"But you've never had us here before to help you. Only last night, Percy killed a couple of Grievers. That's a lead." Leo countered. "Maybe we're close."

Newt looked to Minho for confirmation.

"Yeah, Percy killed one Griever with his sword. And he squashed another one in between the closing walls." Minho said.

"All right," Newt agreed. "I'll admit that a Griever has never been killed before but you expect us, and all the Gladers to just follow you blindly out of the maze?"

Percy and Leo glanced at each other.

"Sort of." Percy said, "I was hoping that since you guys are the main leaders that the Gladers look up to, you could help us convince them…"

Newt locked his eyes with Percy and said in a challenging tone, "What makes you think that we – Minho and I – trust you in the first place?"

Percy kept the connection between them, forcing to gaze steadily back, and pouring confidence into his words. "I've told you everything about me, and where I come from. There's nothing else that I'm hiding anymore."

Newt didn't reply, so Percy continued, "How about this? Until I give you any reason to doubt my loyalty, you are going to trust me."

"Okay." Newt said. "But you break that trust, or for some reason, we seem to think that you are one of those Creators messing with us, that's the end. When that happens, the safety of this Glade will no longer be shared with you. Understood?"

Percy nodded. "Deal."

Newt's gaze softened as he smiled and raised his eyebrows. "So…demigods, huh?"

"Yeah." Percy said, returning the smile. "Leo's a son of Hephaestus, the god of forges, technology, those mechanical stuff. He was the one behind the scenes when we were in the maze."

"Or…" Leo said excitedly, "you could just call me Flamin' Hot Boy on Fire!"

Minho laughed, "and you?" he said to Percy.

"Son of Poseidon, god of the seas."

"So," Leo added in an undertone, "if you smell anything fishy going on, you know who to put the blame on."

Newt chuckled, something which Percy had never seen before, and said, "Alright, let's break this meeting up before other Gladers feel that there's something amiss."

Minho nodded, "Yeah, and I'll pass on what we discussed to Thomas too, since he is officially a Runner now."

"Cool." Leo said.

It was late afternoon, almost dinner, and Percy and Newt was with the other Track-Hoes, ploughing up the dirt and scattering fertilizer to the soil. They were almost done for the day, and most of the other Track-Hoes were sitting under a large, shady tree, taking a break.

This was pretty convenient, because that meant that Percy and Newt were given some privacy, as most other Gladers were out of earshot. Some of them had even dozed off.

"You reckon those Creators know that you and Leo are here?" Newt asked, stopping his work to look up at Percy.

Percy thought about that for a moment. He assumed those Creators are the ones responsible for sending the Gladers into this maze.

"I'd say it's very possible that they've known by now, and that's why we've got to find a way out as soon as possible."

Newt made a slight jerk of his head in acknowledgement, before pointing to a spot behind Percy with his chin.

"Tommy's coming. And Minho. And Leo." He said.

Percy turned around, and sure enough, his friends were walking towards them. From this distance, Percy could see the slight frown in Thomas's features, and he was sure that Minho or Leo had filled him in by now.

Leaning the rake against a support, Percy dusted his hands and waited for them to arrive.

"So," Thomas started, "what's your plan to get us Gladers out of here?"

Not really sure of his proposed plan, Percy scratched the back of his neck, thinking.

"I think we should go back into the maze, find that Griever that we squashed between the walls last night, and then maybe we could discover something new. It's the only lead we have. At least it's something." Percy said.

It wasn't much, but it was an idea nonetheless, and no one could suggest anything better, Percy was determined to start there. Deep down, he hoped – fingers crossed and all – that they could find something of substance. Something that could give them some sign as to how to get out of this maze.

Fortunately, Thomas thought so too. "That's kind of what I was thinking too. Something along those lines. We should go in there again…and soon, just in case the Griever has been removed."

"You're right. That could be our one chance." Minho agreed.

Leo's eyes glinted as he grinned and punched his fist into the air, "Let's do this!"

But Newt was the main leader here, and he had the final say.

"Woah, calm down. You're all forgetting something." He said. "Both Thomas and Percy have some lock down time tonight as a consequence of their earlier actions. And Leo," he added, pointing at the guy, "you are still considered a Greenie in here. So we can't just let you into the maze. Gally won't allow it."

Percy was about to protest about how he and Thomas was only going to be in 'jail' for the night, and would be let out in the morning, but wasn't given the chance as Newt continued in a raised voice.

"BUT," Newt said, holding up a hand for silence, "I think I can convince Gally to agree that Minho, Thomas, Percy and I should go into the maze tomorrow morning. How does that sound."

Leo sighed but said, "That sucks, but that's the best we could go for."

A soft ringing sound of a bell wafted in from the kitchens. Frypan was signaling that dinner was ready.

"That's our dinner." Minho said.

Although Percy tried his best not to show it, he was wondrously amazed, and surprised how the other Track-Hoes, who had been sleeping ever so soundly just a few seconds ago, could hear that little bell and wake up. All around the Glade, the Gladers were strolling – some running – towards Frypan, who was already serving a short queue.

Chuck came running towards them out of nowhere.

"Sorry, Gally wanted me to tell you guys that Percy and Thomas have a date in the Slammer tonight." Chuck said apologetically, "and no dinner."

"Damn." Percy said, as his stomach gave a loud growl. "I'm already feeling hungry."

"So am I." Thomas sighed, a faraway look in his eyes as he stared longingly at Frypan ladling bowls of soup for the Gladers. "It's gonna be a long night."

Newt passed in front of them, diverting their gazes at the mouthwatering scent of food. "C'mon, I'll take you there. Promise it'll all be over in no time."

The two boys tore their hungry eyes away from the food and followed a few steps behind Newt, with Percy dragging his feet.

Newt swung open the bars and waited for Percy to hop in, before closing and locking it. Then, he walked a few paces away to another 'cell' where Thomas did the same.

Then he said in an amused tone to the two of them. "I'm quite sure your friend Leo will pop by the Slammer after he attempts to sneak some extra food for the two of you, so I'm just going to pretend I didn't see anything, okay?"

Percy smiled, and settled in the most comfortable position he could find.

"Thanks, Newt."

Aww. I would really love to do some Percy and Newt bromance. Maybe in the future. Maybe not. I'll think things through first :)

See ya in the next update :)