Anna woke up with a start the next morning. She looked around blearily, everything unfamiliar to her. Three boys came into her room. "My name is Minho" one of them said with a smirk. "My names Alby" the taller of the three said. The last boy stepped forward, smiling gently. "And you know me, I'm Newt. Remember?" She nodded warily. Another boy came in to the room. He had dark hair and looked almost fearful of the child. "I'm Gally.." he stuttered. The boy called Minho laughed and slapped him on the back. "Scared of a six year old girl are ya, shank?" Gally pushed his hand away and grunted. "Of course not." Anna giggled in reply. Newt took her hand kindly. "Ready for a tour of the Glade little one?" Anna nodded and took his hand.
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Princess of the Glade
FanfictionWhat if instead of another boy coming into the Glade, a girl came? And not just that, a little girl?
