We were kids. We were thieves. We were murderers. We were rebels. We were second children. And they used us.
They sent us to the Earth without expecting us to survive. 
But we did.
We survived the Earth.
We survived the Grounders.
We survived the mountain.
We survived ALIE.
We survived Primefaya.
We survived Eligius.
We survived. But, we did not live. No. To live, you must have a spirit. 
Our spirits died the day we landed. 
We are no longer children. 
We are leaders. We are warriors. We are dead.
So much love. So much loss. So much heartbreak.
And all to survive.
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WARNING! Major moments of nostalgia are present in this account and in its up and coming books. We are a group of people from all over the world, who have come together to create our own story. We are the 100. We are the survivors. We are the warriors. We are the leaders.