Kael Rowan

[INSPIRED BY The Maze Runner.] The sandstorm had passed, leaving only smoke, screams, and the shimmer of heat rising off broken metal. Kael stood at the edge of the battlefield, his hand still gripping the hilt of a sword too heavy for someone his age. Behind him, his squad was fighting like it was the last day on Earth—blades clashing, dirt flying, blood soaking into the cracked ground. And yet… he couldn’t move.