It was dark, very dark. Two young girls were sitting in a box, neither of them knowing what's gonna happen to them next. But it wasn't just the girls. There were boxes too, many boxes. Some filled with clothes, others filled with tools. It smelled so bad in there, and neither one of the girls knew how much time had past. They didn't dare to touch each other, didn't dare to talk. All they knew was how scared they were, afraid of the unknown destination. The darkness took everything from them. They couldn't see a thing, and only knew there was someone else because they heard another person breath. They didn't even know they were both girls, and neither of them could read the note in the middle of the box. Neither knew that everything was about to change, not just for them, but for a lot of people...


My time at the Glade is a promostory. The girl we follow, young Sarah Grenville, is reliving her days in the Glade. Right now she is a 23 year old departmentleader for W.I.C.K.E.D. but isn't happy with the way things went. If you want to follow in Thomas' or Sarah's footsteps, and if you are interested in a textbased RPG site for the Mazerunners. Please donate some money, /world-of-gladers/ and make WorldofGladers happen!