"Memories saturate my heart and
the story of you spills from my eyes.

—Grace Andren"

403 was still feeling an immense pain of guilt as she entered the 100 camp. This camp was her salvation after nearly 17 years of hardship, but there were still those inside camp Jaha, especially the younger ones from the children's quarter who deserved to know what they were missing; they deserved their own salvation.

But Bellamy pushed on; he was determined that whatever was in Camp Jaha, stayed there. Monty and Jasper had taken 420 back to the lake to get some plants for camp; Raven joked that they were always up to no good. 403 saw a large amount of smoke coming from near the middle of the camp as they followed Bellamy in, walking past the one guard at the gate. She was surprised at the lack of security at the front gate, considering back at Camp Jaha they could barely walk to the bed to the courtyard of the quarter without being escorted and going through routine checks. But 403 was more fixated on the large stream of smoke that coming from the middle of camp.

"What's going on? Is there a fire?" she asked Raven, worried about more chaos to add to her week.

"No, don't worry." She replied pointing to the smoke, "We're having a bonfire tonight, it's to commemorate when we killed one of the greatest grounders 17 years ago."

"A bonfire doesn't seem like something very happy." Said 403, unsure how a fire could be celebrated.

"Yeah, well this guy we had personal troubles with out camp, we all wanted him dead. When we finally caught him, we burnt him. The fire may not be 'happy' so to speak, but it does represent a great battle we overcame 403." She put her arm around her as they followed Bellamy- "Earth was hard at the start- it still is- to me this bonfire represents us finally becoming people of the earth. It's better than Christmas!" she said giggly.

"What's Christmas?" asked 403.

Raven widened her eyes; she rolled her eyes as she replied, "you have so much to learn!" she squeezed her arm around 403 and kept walking. The sun was setting in the sky- to create a blue husky setting for the bonfire, when she finally came upon it, 403 didn't know what to do. A great flame rose from the square patch of land outside the big hall where Bellamy lived. The 100 camp were settling down around it, bringing blankets and food to eat as they all watched in awe at the beautiful but deadly fire in front of them.

Octavia and Bellamy ahead brought out blankets and chairs for their little gang, of which 403 and 395 sat with, 420 still being off gallivanting with Monty and Jasper. 395 and 403 sat together, a blanket lying across their shoulders. Miller came over to join them as Octavia, Raven and Bellamy sat down. However, Bellamy soon left to go around the other small groups sitting to talk and laugh. 403 could see the admiration these people had for him- she mirrored it herself. He was the perfect leader; his large build and harsh stare was softened by his smile when he lit up. She admired the way he protected them, and she hardly knew him. She wondered what it was like when all the strangers surrounding her were younger, realising they were her age when they came to earth. She was unsure as to whether she would have been able to survive as they did- build a life as strong as the one she was safe in now. Safe, a feeling new to 403, and she revelled in it.

"How did you survive when you came down?" asked 403 to the older campers.

"In truth- it was Bellamy." Said Octavia, "And I'm not just saying that because he's my brother. He just knows what to do. He knew how to protect us, how to punish, how to reward."

"It took a long time though before he could relate to these people on a personal level. It took Clarke to bring that out of him." Said Raven looking over at Bellamy, admiring the same features 403 previously was. "I've told you before 403 life was hard when we came down, we survived all together under the leadership of the two strongest people I knew- I know."

"Why don't you want to talk about Clarke?" asked 395, 403 squeezed his leg as she realised what he had asked. The three teens had endlessly asked questions since they got to Camp, and she was starting to learn to stay clear of the subject of Clarke. Whatever role she had to play whilst she was with the 100 was one looked at with an emotion she could not tell- perhaps a concoction- of which regret was definitely one.

"I would talk about Clarke all day," Said Octavia, a longing in her voice, "She was sweet, kind, clever, honest, even when you didn't want her to be." Raven giggled. "It's hard to talk about her because there is still a massive hole in this camp she left behind. It took a long time for us- for him-" she nodded over at Bellamy- "to adjust to life without her. It's only in recent years he's started to act relatively normal, and even now he's just not the same. I don't know how tonight will pan out after he heard she's alive again. I think it was easier for him to just believe she never was."

"I think that you, 403, have a way with getting him to talk about her. Ask him to finish his story about her from earlier when he comes back, he might tell you everything if he's a bit drunk." Raven winked.

403 then saw a few campmates bring out several large drums and what looked like bells, the whole camp roared as she began to realise what was happening. They placed their instruments around the fire. One man banged the drum extremely hard letting out a large bang. She saw Bellamy stand up on box as he held up a drink in his hand.

"Tonight, we celebrate our biggest achievement of all, our survival on this earth for 20 years." The crowd once again roared. 403 sat up a bit closer to 395, never before hearing such noise. The whole camp went silent.

"17 years ago, we killed Prince Roan, and we let it be known to all the grounders- to the fucking Skairkru-" A few boos and insults were heard"-that we were here to stay. We celebrate the biggest sacrifice of many of our campmates in his tyrannous campaigns, and lest we forget the brave woman who made our survival possible." His voice cracked a little as he said this, and for a moment- only a moment a deafening silence infiltrated camp. He raised his cup, his long arms stretching towards the fire, "To the 100!" he shouted.

"To the 100!" echoed the camp, delayed a little by 395 and 403 as they realised what was going on.

The whole band then started to play, 403 was a little alarmed when people began to get up and dance. She could see drinks being passed around. Miller grabbed the hand of 403 as he took her up to meet his body and showed her how to dance like the rest of the campers. 395 was taken for the same reason by Octavia and eventually 395 and 403 were linking arms and hands as they circled each other and the bonfire following the line of dancers in front of them. 403's jaw hurt so much from smiling and eventually they all fell back to their blankets as the night drew colder and most people were beginning to lose their ability to walk in a straight line.

Bellamy with a great thud, fell to the floor beside Octavia as he gave her a hug. Raven and Miller took a blanket around their own arms and they all fell together in a comfortable silence. That was until, Raven gave the nod to 403 to ask Bellamy. She shook her head, a little wary of the repercussions.

"Bellamy, 403 has something she wants to ask you," Raven mischievously muttered. 403 stared her down.

"What?" said Bellamy.

403's cheeks flushed red. "Will you continue your story from earlier?" she said slightly quietly.

Bellamy hesitated. "Go on," said Raven, "They're just curious, besides you're such a good storyteller we all love to hear this after so long."

He kept quiet, looking Octavia in the eye. Octavia gave him a subtle nod as if to say it was okay.

"Well the history of the 100 is a long story to tell," Bellamy began, "We left off the beginnings of our camp; we were beginning to get settled. We all found our roles at camp, a thriving city of 100, or a little less from a few early deaths, is a good way to describe it. Eventually though, the Arc realised we were still alive, I tried all I could to stop them contacting us. I wanted it to just be us, undisturbed. I could control the Arc disturbing us; but as we soon realised, the Arc weren't the ones who were going to disturb us. The grounders attacked us, they began to know our every move, there was a lot more to earth than we first thought. Clarke was clever however forming an alliance with them, we still didn't trust them, but we were friendly enemies.

Eventually the Arc came down- there were about 250 of them that survived. I thought they would work with us, I trusted Clarke when she said her mother would make sure we kept the rights we earned by coming down here. Her mother did fight for us, but it was useless against Jaha's stupid policies. They branded each one of us, degrading each of us to a mere number. You'll see your numbers; they are there so you remember you're part of the system. Are they there for loyalties? I don't know, I sure as hell don't look at my number and think I owe something to Jaha. But I never did feel that way.

We let them build around our camp on top of the hill, the hill you probably came down to get out- that was our hill long ago. It is the perfect spot in the forest to look out. It was perfect for it's surroundings, the water flowed under the camp and so it was easily accessible. There is a pack of deer that surround that area. But what was once so colourful is now grey. I couldn't take it any longer and so we- the original 100- those who knew these numbers didn't mean anything, fled. We took what little Jaha let us have, despite us making and finding all the materials in the first place on earth and ran. 'The Rebels'. I've heard that name a few times, they thought we were the ones in the wrong. They branded us selfish, not staying to look after the camp- a little like you feel 403- but there was nothing we could do to fight against Jaha, and I didn't want to hurt Abby- one of the commanders close to him- in fear of then hurting Clarke. So, we left. Clarke stayed behind, it was hard to leave her behind, we had become a good, solid partnership by then. But she said she had to stay for her mother, even though her mother had betrayed her and her father back on the Arc. She of course forgave her with the heart she had- has and stayed for the sake of Skaikru. Clarke was vital for Camp Jaha's survival, she knew the workings of earth, and she knew how to save people. Finn- if you remember had two timed her and Raven- stayed at Skaikru. I like him back then- I can't believe I did- but he was a good tracker, He worked hard, I mean he played hard too. We tried to get him to come but he stayed behind for an unrequited relationship with Clarke, I should have got him then, he was always following her round like a lost puppy. She didn't have the heart to tell him to fuck off.

We fled and moved around the forest for about 6 months, we were lost without Clarke, and constantly running from the Grounders who had realised we were now the weak link of the forest, no longer did we have the trusty alliance Clarke had formed. She had a way with people, and they liked her. They didn't like me.

Octavia got hit with a poisoned arrow after those 6 months. You wont know this but having a family means you'll do anything for them. So, what I'm about to tell you won't really make sense yet. That night we raided Skaikru, leaving Raven behind with Octavia in a cave. We tried to find anything we could that would help us, help her. We found Clarke. That was good enough. She struggled but I lifted her over my shoulder, and we ran. She didn't want to come, her duty lay at Skaikru, but she was the only person I knew, who would know what to do. Meanwhile, we got all the books, equipment and resources we could find and loaded them in a cart we still had from our time at the beginning of our landing. Now I see how little you two know, and 420 wherever he's got to with Monty and Jasper, and how I should've left more.

We got to the cave, there were around 90 of us who gathered around as I untied Clarke, as we had to tie her arms from the struggling. I told her what was going on. I remember her sharply slapping me across the face.

"Don't you ever do that again Bellamy Blake!" she screamed at me. She went over to Octavia, and to all our expectations was able to help her. It took weeks, however. She stayed by her side the entire time, as did I.

Meanwhile we began building our own camp again. With the guidance of Clarke, we were back on full form. She just knew what to do, her suggestions, her willingness, her rationality is what we missed so much in those 6 months.

She argued with me most the time whilst she nursed Octavia, she said she could never forgive me for taking her against her will.

"I would've come willingly if you'd talked me through it. I have to go back though when she's better," she told me.

"Why? This is your camp." I used to return. That was used to make her smile, because she knew she had a sense of belonging here, not at fucking Skaikru. But by my side. We got close over those few weeks and eventually she confessed she loved me."

"Oh my GOD!" cried Octavia "That is so not what happened!"

We all giggled as she sat up, realising the blue night sky had soon turned black. "Listen, I had to spend those few weeks listening to both their bedside manners, and it was you who was head over heels. I saw how you two would snuggle up on a chair next to me when you thought I was asleep to keep warm, or how you used to have little talks over hot mugs of whatever weird broth Monty had made in the middle of the night. Deep talks." Bellamy blushed.

"Yes- thank you." He replied. "Besides, that's not the point."

"It was peaceful, and everything just used to work. She went back to Camp Jaha though before she came to stay forever, she said she had to clear some stuff up with Finn, tell him to back away and that she wasn't coming back. Say goodbye to her mother. She made the mistake of trusting them.

She eventually said she'd stay, and she moved in with me. The Great hall was ours and we lead the 100 for 2 years. We built all of this and grew in number. We're no longer the 100 but our name represents those who built this place. We were endlessly winning raids against the grounders and had plenty.

Eventually though, a man must fall. We were attacked by a mix of Skaikru and the grounders one night, one nasty group of which Prince Roan led, the man we celebrate on a fire tonight. Finn had betrayed our location to Camp Jaha. I will kill him if I ever see him again; betraying those he had come down with, betraying Clarke. I heard that he had died in that raid however, one of the grounders had enough with him. They burned much of the camp down, luckily the great hall, the library were fine. But caught me and Clarke. They tied our hand together and sat us back to back. I was vulnerable. I couldn't even protect her.

"Why are you doing this?" I remember Clarke in agony.

"Because Clarke Griffin," Prince Roan said in his husky voice, he held her head in his hand, she yelped as he tightened his grip, "this camp is becoming to powerful. You're leader Bellamy Blake is becoming too powerful." He walked round to face me instead, "You think you have it all don't you Blake? The job, the girl, the commodities," I remember seeing Finn's face in the corner of my eye, his own face alight with hatred. He hated me because Clarke had ended up by my side, not his. "And from what I hear Blake, the only way to kill you, is to kill her," They dragged Clarke by her hair to the ground below my feet. She laid there helplessly as Roan took the tip of his sword to her chin.

"Stop," Is all I repeated.

"We'll take the girl Blake, and you can have your peace. As long as you'll never cross into our side of the forest, do you hear me?" I hate talking about this, this is the last time, okay? But it was the worst thing to watch them take her away from me. She got out of their grip once and came to hold me tight, they got her off me but that was the last time I saw her.

Of course, we recovered the next day, embarrassed of our easy defeat. We searched for months to find Clarke and Roan, his threat of going to his side of the forest meant nothing when he had her. He was right, to kill me, they had to kill her. Besides you Octavia, she is what I lived for.

We never found her. I thought she had died; I don't even want to think what happened to her when he had her. Whatever he did with her, it's obvious where she ended up. 17 years ago, today marks when we found Roan and I sliced his throat. We threw him on a fire. I'm ashamed to even think about what torture we imposed on the rest of the grounders trying to find her. But they said they didn't know. And we never did. She became a ghost, a memory. Here for two years and yet lived on with me every day. She was my weakness, and never again can I let someone blind me like that, it's safer for me to keep to myself, and to keep these stories to myself."

Bellamy realised the detail he had gone into and abruptly stopped. They all stopped to take in Bellamy's words.

403 was about to open her mouth.

"I said it's safer to keep these stories to myself," he repeated, and he got up and went towards the great hall.

Raven wiped away a tear, "I had no idea he was going to go into that much detail." She stated, Octavia went to hug her.

"I'm sorry I should've never asked." 403 said.

"Are you kidding? He's not opened up like that in a long time." Octavia replied. A little sadness in her voice also as she tried to mask the emotion she was feeling.

Eventually the huge fire in the square began to die, only slowly but enough to lose a lot of it's heat.

"Why are they not worried that 420 isn't back?" asked 395 to 403. Everyone began to pack away their blankets to go to sleep. Suddenly a silence swept through the camp as they saw 420 walking towards them, behind however trailed Monty and Jasper with an anxious blonde between them. She realised it was 097 and felt a little warmth as she remembered their encounter all those years ago. That warmth swiftly left her however when she realised that 097 was Clarke and the story Bellamy had just told. She wasn't a ghost; she was here in the flesh.

"I don't think that's our biggest concern right now." 403 whispered.