"don't waste your time believing in fairy tales, they don't exist here." EDITING Mera Henry I'm nothing, nothing but prisoner 783. Nothing except a faint outline of the girl I was before I lost everything. The only thing to keep me company is the hum of the generators outside my cell. I was supposed to die, everyone here was supposed to die. That's how things work on the Ark. Any crime is punishable by death, and even with the slight chance that you'd be freed, no one would ever look at you the same. But that was before... Some would say that we were given a second chance. Others said that we were expendable. But nonetheless, we were sent to Earth. 100 of us, sent to a radiation soaked planted, destroyed by nuclear war. They said it'd be another fifty years before anyone could set foot on the planet. But the Ark was dying, and we were the giunea pigs. This is a The 100 fanfic. I do not own anything that has to do with The 100 or the CW network or Kass Morgan. I only own the characters I make up and the plot changes. If you like this story make sure to watch The 100 on the CW, Wednesdays from 9 p.m. to 10 p.m. Hope you enjoy!!