"I burned three hundred of your warriors alive. I slit a man's throat and watched him bleed and die. I am soaked in grounder blood." The blonde's voice cracks as she tries to reason with the Commander in front of her. "Take me."

Green eyes stare at her in understanding but the Commander sighs. "But Finn is guilty."

"They want a murder's blood." Blue eyes blaze with an intensity that catches the Commander's attention. "They want blood for blood. I am soaked in grounders blood. So much that I don't even know what is my own. Take me. Show my people you can be merciful but show yours that you take what is needed." Like a fire too hot those blue eyes burn bright. "They want blood. Let me bleed."

Lexa eyes the fire in the blonde, that spirit in the blonde. She feels an image flash before her eyes. The blonde's chin tilted up in strength and blood dripping from her wounds. So the decision has been made for her. The spirits want this and she will listen.

She tilts her chin minusculy and Gustus releases the murderer from the pole. "Take him to his camp." Shouts ring out from her people. And the murder's eyes are wide in fear. "Enough. Do as I say." Clarke stands there staring at Lexa until the grounders shove Finn through the gate of Camp Jaha. They come back down minutes later and Clarke finally turns her gaze to Camp Jaha. Raven clutches at Finn's shirt, sobbing in relief. He was her family, she couldn't lose him. She owed him so much. He was sent Earth instead of her. Bellamy eyes are torn as he stares down at Clarke, for Finn was a killer but also his friend. "Blood must have blood. The Princess offers her own up. Her blood that is covered in our peoples blood! She pays the price of eighteen deaths and more!"

The grounders stare at the blonde. Some recognizing her as the one who met Anya. The one who killed three hundred of their brothers and sisters. "Jus drein jus daun. BLOOD MUST HAVE BLOOD." The chant rings throughout the darkness and the Arkers stare at Clarke, waiting for her to come back.

Raven smile trembles. "She did it. She kept her promise." Her fingers stay tangled in Finn's shirt but she turns to stare at Clarke. Waits for her to come back up so she can hug her.

Bellamy swallows. "What happened?"

Finn's eyes are guilty. Pained. He killed all those people yet they let him go after shouting for his death, why? "I don't know. I couldn't hear what they were saying. They just untied me and brought me here."

"What are they doing?" The original hundred stare down at their leader. The ropes were being readied. Bellamy's face cracks. "No." His dark eyes crack and he shoves past Finn. "She traded places!" He tries to tear through the guards but they hold him back with tight hands and grim faces. "Let me go!" Raven pushes against them, throwing fists when she can as Finn does the same, his face twisted into guilt, anger and heartbreak.

By the burning fire Lexa stares into blue eyes. "Do you understand what will happen?"

The blonde doesn't even shake in fear, her eyes hold resolution. Understanding. Pain. "Yes."

Lexa stares at the blonde, a noble sacrifice to keep her people alive and peace. It needed to be honored. "Do you have any requests before we begin?"

Clarke swallows, tongue thick in her mouth. "Don't let them see me. If you do as Lincoln said don't let them see my body like that." She couldn't stand to have them see her broken and bloody beyond recognition.

The brunette dips her chin in agreement. "Let us begin Clarke of the Sky." She walks the blonde forward. She does not push or shove for Clarke was a willing sacrifice. She would not sully the blonde's dignity and pride and sacrifice by shoving her. The young leader holds her hands up willingly, eyes not looking up to her camp. She knows what she will see. She can hear them screaming. Fighting. "Keep them away. Tell them they all die if they interfere." The warriors nod and walk up the camp, voices loud and carrying. Clarke's people still struggle. The blonde can hear Raven, Bellamy, Octavia, Monroe, Finn and her mom.

Clarke tilts her chin up, jaw clenched as she stares at her soon to be executioners. The Commander tilts her head. Even in the face of death. In the face of torture this sky girl showed the traits of a true warrior. "Promise me one thing before you begin." Blue eyes stare into green.

The Commander raises her chin. "What is that?"

Blue eyes shine and her voice is dangerous. "Get my people out of Mount Weather. Make them crumble."

A true leader then. Thinking of her people even faced in death. "I promise this to you as Commander, the Mountain men will feel the pain they've caused and your people will be freed."

"Thank you." Clarke brings her blue eyes to the sky, lips trembling before the Commander nods.

Clarke swallows and drops her head to stare straight ahead as the first man steps forward. His fingers press the knife into her arm and she knows it will be painful but won't bleed too much. He draws it slowly into her flesh, dragging the pain out. She grits her teeth. This was like when she had torn her stitches out. She could do this. Her people didn't need to hear her screams. But the second one. The one that drags across her stomach has her teeth gnashing down and gritting so hard she swears they will break as this low pained moan rips from her throat before she cuts it off, taking in a deep breath through her nose. They didn't need to hear her screams.

The next one is coming and he cuts away her jacket, leaving her in her too thin long-sleeved ratty shirt. The sleeves are destroyed on both. He lifts her shirt and she keeps her chin tipped forward. He drags the knife across her ribs. She forces her eyes to stay open and they meet the Commander's green. The woman does not look pleased but her eyes are full of respect. Clarke lets out sharp breaths that were betraying her pain. She can still hear her people struggling and then another cut on her other arm has her shoving her head back against the pole. Her neck muscles tighten and she swears her jaw will break at the force shes clenching it. The next is across her ribs again, a mirror image of the other side. Indra glares at her as she drags it across slowly, eyes twisted in hatred as the pain burns and sparks threatening to pull pain grunts from the young leader. Clarke does her best to stay silent before the next man it cutting her across her hip, she swears the knife must touch the bone but knows it doesn't. That one drags a scream of pain out of her before she clamps her mouth shut.

Sharp pain in her other hip as the next man holds her shirt up. She hears her jaw pop and her eyes clamp shut but she stays silent. Her eyes water and threaten to spill as she stares at the girl walking up to her, no older than Clarke. Slowly she takes the knife, looking it over in her hands before slowly, ever so slowly poking Clarke in the side with the tip and twisting it until there is a drop of blood. Then she's slicing sideways at an angle that rips a scream from Clarke's throat. Her body betrays her, bowing away from the knife as her head presses into the wood behind her. With every beat of her heart pain sears her and her heart thunders. The next warrior, a man with a bald head and twists and twirls of tattoos across it, takes the knife to Clarke's cheek quickly, getting two inches in before Lexa reprimands him for his impatience. They left the face alone until the last day. She feels the sting on her left cheek bone and the blood drips down her chin. The man is sliced across his own face in a similar way until the next warrior steps forward. Her eyes are not pleased or displeased. She stares at Clarke with an almost bored look.

The scream echoes around the camp and Abby is sobbing into her hands. Bellamy pinned below three guards, Finn tied down to a pole and Raven below another guard. Their eyes stare at their leader. Monroe is tied next to Finn, her face twisted in rage and tears dripping down her cheeks. Octavia stares at Lincoln, her hands bond behind her. "How long?" Her voice shakes as she stares at her lover.

Lincoln looks at the girl, jaw ticking before he answers. Voice low. They should have left Finn down there, let him pay the price for his crime. "They know how to drag it out. They'll draw her blood with cuts. Move to burns or whips next. They'll cut her well into the night. Hours and then let her rest for two hours at maximum. Let her body ready itself so she continues to be their punishment."

"We can't save her can we?" Her voice cracks.

"No. Life has no value if death has no price." His hands wind around her shoulder and she bite her lip to stop from crying.

Finn pants, eyes broken. "This is my fault. I shouldn't have let them bring me up here."

Another scream rips through the night. They all wince, Clarke hadn't screamed that much but when she did it ached. Raven pulls at her bindings after the guard sits her up. "I told her. I knew it was suicide and I asked her to save you." Raven growls out, eyes full of tears.

Finn drops his head to his chest. "I was ready to die. I killed those people. I murdered them."

Bellamy fights from below the guards. "Then you live with it!" His eyes are crazed. Pained and angry as he glares at Finn. "You killed them. That's on you. Live with what you've done. Don't mope about it. Clarke is giving up her life for yours."

Clarke doesn't know how much time has passed. Just that everything stings in a numb way. Her jaw aches and her breaths are shallow pants. Blood seeps through her clothes, staining the ground. They hadn't touch her legs yet. Staying and cutting lines close together, criss-crossing and it hurt so bad. Stung and ripped and made her thrash her head back. The dark night greets Clarke's eyes. Stars bright and she stares at them. They used to be home. Used to be a comfort. The next warrior steps forward and she lost count. Knows they're well up in the double digits. Knows this pain won't be done for a long time. What had Lincoln said? Cut, Burn, tongue, hands. Eighteen deaths and more. The knife drags along her collarbone and she has no idea why they let her keep her shirt on instead of stripping her to her bra. The thought is random and fleeting as the knife stings across her skin.

Lexa steps forward now, hand taking the knife as she cuts a line above Clarke's heart, Clarke's body radiates so much pain that she doesn't even mumble a groan out. But she sees the Commander's eyes glaze over as she keeps her chin up in defiance. Even as it trembles.

Lexa feels the flesh beneath her give way, at the second blood is spilt by her own hands a vision hits her. The mountain door rips open, smoke licking behind it and cheers of triumph. It was victory. It was the mountain men defeated. Why would the spirits show her this now? Did this mean she was on the right path? Suddenly the thunder booms and she recognizes the signs.

It pelts down on them and Clarke has her head tipped back against the post as she stares at the sky. Rain washes away the blood. And the grounders stare at her as she laughs at the feeling of cooling rain on her face. It cools the heat from the wounds. She tilts her head down, eyes catching the Commander's. Another warrior steps forward. Lexa holds up her hand. "The spirits have spoken. We are done for the night."

Clarke keeps her head tilted to the sky as the rain continues to pound down, soaking the ground. Causing fires to flicker. Her mouth opens and she greedily takes what she catches in her mouth. It is cool against her parched throat and her arms above her head ache until a grounder is pulling them down and forcing them to be tied around the pole behind her back. Her shoulders twinge in protest but she stands as well as she can. Not wanting to show weakness.

Clarke's body shakes with chills as the night air beats away at the soaked clothing. The rain has yet to let up and Clarke takes the cool reprieve against her hot skin. At the Arc everyone sans a select group has gone inside to hide from the downpour.

Finn sits, head crumpled in his hands, gaze on his feet. Raven stares at Clarke, eyes broken and guilty as she sees the blonde's head slumped against the wooden post. Bellamy's hands clenched in his fist but they can't exit the gate. It is guarded by five Arc guards and five grounders stand outside it. Gazes on them. Octavia paces, Lincoln leaning against a building as Monroe clenches and unclenches her fists against her knees. Murphy stands in the shadows, eyes on the blonde. He had told her it was her fault when in reality it was Finn's. Abby is still kneeling on the ground, eyes on her daughter's prone form. They stay like this until dawn peeks at the horizon.

It is the edge of dawn, when the sun has yet to break the horizon and the world is still painted in dark hues. The grounders make their way to Clarke. The blonde looks up to meet their eyes. Her own are tired. Worn but not defeated. She had saved Finn and kept her promise to Raven and Lexa had promised to save her people. All would be well. "Yesterday we cut for blood. Today we draw blood through the fires that will burn our dead!" Lexa's voice commands attention and in Camp Jaha Lincoln winces, knowing these screams will be worse. He is surprised Clarke had not screamed more. Many warriors were trained from apprenticeship not to scream and Clarke had held strong, screaming few times. Screams that echoed through the nights and camps.

The fire is started and it licks at them as the rain continues to dribble. Not a torrent anymore. Not a downpour but a light drizzle to coat the skin. Blue eyes stare as they push a long rod into the fire. They were to burn her. Brand her. Her body trembles on its own accord and her heart races and for a minute she is scared and she wants her mom to turn away. To leave. Her jaw clenches as the man walks forward. He stares at her and she stares right back. Never breaking eye contact as he presses the steel into her hip. Her teeth clack together so hard her tongue gets caught between them. He holds it there, her back and head pressing against the post as her body tries to lurch away, when she thinks she might black out he takes it away and she drops her gaze, panting, blood dripping from her mouth and down her chin. She looks through her lashes at the grounders. They stare at her, some in anger others with emotionless gazes.

She can hear the fire licking around the rod as the rain continues to fall down on them. Her hair is soaked and she knows her wrists are rubbed raw. She had thrashed too much for them not to be. Her knees tremble as they press the rod into her other hip, right where her pant line will hit. Her pants ride low on her hips but remain there as the grounder presses in harder until a moan rips out of her throat. He pulls it away and Clarke spews her bloody spittle on the ground. They're heating it up again and her body shakes. She was hot yet cold. She knew she most likely had a fever. Could she handle two more days of this? Lincoln said they don't last more than three. Would she last that long? Did she want to last that long? Go through all of that torture. Make her friends listen for three days?

Then the brand is there again and it's pressing into her right collarbone, chasing the thoughts away and her fingers grasps each other as her hands thrash to pull her away, her head tilts to the left to avoid the heat and the scream that pulls from her throat makes her knees shake and ears ring. The burns hurt so much more than the cuts. They pull it away again and Clarke trembles. Her head wants to fall to her chest but she tilts her chin up, accepting her punishment defiantly. She would not bow down to them. She would not beg for death or cave under their torture. They press it again onto her left hip, right beside the other, creating a dull ache as they pull it away and she can't tell what's was fresh and what was old injuries. The rain drips down her chin and she watches the sun rise. She feels the urge to paint it as another brand digs into her hip. She doesn't feel the pain as much this time and she knows that should scare her as she stares at the sun rising and the stars hiding.

A hulking creature lumbers around the forest, sniffing until it catches the scent of blood. A scream tears through the air and if follows the scent of this blood. This scream, feet taking it slowly there until it sees fire. Something draws it closer and it sees the people stare. Long metal and wooden sticks in their paws. It snorts at them, sniffing the air. They back away and it hear a cry from above the hill but continue until it makes it to the pale haired creature saturated in blood and pain and rain. Blue eyes stare back and the creature sniffs. This was it. This was the reason it was here. It steps closer and the pale two legged thing stares back in awe. No fear on that face. It lets out a huff of warm air. Watches as the pale strand of its fur flutter. It sniffs at the blood on its cheek. This being bleeds much. Smelt of burns. Of fire and death. Of pain and despair but strength and determination. This was a good choice.

Lexa and her people stop their torture when they hear the crunch of feet on the forest floor only to have an Ursa step out of the forest. Its large body lumbering forward. Her warriors step back, eyes wide and Lexa watches as it sniffs the air before moving to Clarke. She hears the cry of the sky people as the Ursa stands in front of Clarke, breathing in deeply. Only two things could happen. Lexa holds her breath as the Ursa sniffs again and Clarke stares at it in awe until her hair is moving as it exhales onto her face. They continue to stare at one another until the Ursa nose touches Clarke's bloody cheek and it sniffs again before touching it's nose to her forehead. She catches the shiver go through the girls body before the creature huffs more warm air into the girl's face before stepping back. It stands on it's hind legs, body towering over the warriors before it lets out a roar that shakes the ground they stand on. Warriors drop to their knees, weapons falling as the creature stays on its back limbs, overlooking the crowd. It's eyes find Clarke's again and it lowers itself huffing at the girl before trotting back into the forest. Lexa stands tall as her people murmur around her in shock. Her voice is the loudest. "Untie her."

From Camp Jaha they watch with rapt attention and Abby cries out as a bear comes out of the forest, heading straight for her daughter. She screams and Kane holds her as the warriors stands by for the bear to rip into her baby girl. They watch as it touches her and then it is roaring and they watch in shock and fear as the warriors fall to their knees, even Lexa. Lincoln falls to his knees and Octavia follows him, eyes curious until Clarke is being released. "What was that?" Octavia stares at they untie her leader.

Lincoln's eyes are focused down below. "A claim. Clarke was chosen."

Clarke feels them cut the ropes against her wrists and she almost falls forward but manages to keep herself upright. Had a bear just touched her or had she dreamt it? Was she hallucinating now? The warriors watch her, eyes fretful as Lexa walks forward. "Come." If this was a dream then she might as well listen. Clarke stumbles after her until they are in a tent. Lexa motions to a chair and Clarke stands, body wavering but she stands tall. "You are stubborn but that is not always good. Sit."

She stands a few seconds longer until her legs give out and her whole body aches. Her head burns. Forehead throbbing in a dull acceptance. A dull ache where the nose had touched her. She hears the tent flap open and then Nyko is there. He kneels before her, motioning to her shirt. She stares at him. "I need to treat your wounds."

"Why?" Her words are deep, a gravelly sound that exits her throat. "This isn't the plan. I'm suppose to burn and then lose my hands. Then tongue."

Nyko bows his head. "That was before. Now. Now I treat your wounds." Lexa just stare at them as Nyko cuts her shirt away. His fingers hover over the crisscrossed patterns on her.

Blue eyes stare at Lexa, challenging. "Are you going to kill me or not?"

Green eyes are dark as they stare into Clarke's own eyes. "No. The spirits have spoken."

"What do you mean?" She clenches her jaw as Nyko begins to clean the blood from her.

"You will live." The Commander's voice is steady, final. "The spirits have spoken."

"My people?" Clarke worries. They had not gotten the death they sought.

"Will live." Those green eyes speak the truth and Clarke wants to believe them. "The alliance will hold strong. The murderer is not to step foot in our ground." The green eyes flash in anger. In hatred at the mention of him, her face is emotionless but her jaw is clenched.

Clarke stands, legs protesting as she pushes Nyko's worried hands away. "Then take me to my people."

Nyko shakes his head. "Your wounds."

The blonde tilts her chin up in challenge. In defiance and strength. "Take me to my people." Lexa's lips twitch.

"You heard the Ursa. Let us go." At Lexa's words Nyko hands Clarke another looser shirt and she slips it over her head, hissing in pain. They exit the camp and warriors move out of their way. Eyes following them. Clarke's legs feel like jelly and she wants to sleep. To lie down and never get up but she needed to get to her people so she keeps moving. Her arms wrapped around her abused abdomen. Blood trickles out of it but they continue on until the gate is opening. The Commander tilts her head up. "Get the murderer out of our site."

Finn stares at Clarke until two guards shove him away and into the detainment location and then the three of them are walking through the camp. Grounders outside tense and wait as Clarke's people stand by, shifting in front of them before Clarke is walking forward past Nyko and Lexa. Then her mom is rushing forward, before they can blink, Nyko has his knife out and is in front of her. Guns cock and everyone tenses, waiting for blood to be spilt. "You do not rush the Ursa."

"The Ursa?" Abby stares at him, brown eyes alight with emotion. "She is my daughter."

"She was chosen by the Ursa." Lexa speaks calmly even in the face of guns trained on them.

They all look around in confusion so Lincoln speaks up. "The Ursa is the spirit of life and death. Of strength, leadership and healing. She chose Clarke. It is an honor." He turns to look at the Commander. "The Commander is Heda, the Heda leads when the time is right. Has visions of what's to come and visions of the past. The Commander is always chosen by a Heda."

Clarke stands there, body threatening to give way to exhaustion. "We need to discuss the attack on the mountain. We need to get my people out of there." Her eyes turn to Nyko and Lexa. "And the grounders out. We need to move fast."

Abby shakes her head, eyes looking over her daughter. "Not before you're treated. You need rest Clarke."

Blue eyes flash and Clarke steps forward. "My friends could be bled dry while I rest! We need to move now."

"Your mother is right Clarke." Blue eyes snap to the Commander, angry at the agreement. They needed to move quickly not wait around. "You must be treated. I have seen visions, the mountain crumbles under our attack."

Clarke wanted to be wary, wanted to scoff at the idea of vision but when that bear, that Ursa, had touched her everything had gone until she saw blood and smoke and destruction and felt her body come alive as if hit by lightning. Clarke nods sharply and follows her mother to the medical bay, everyone on their heels. Raven shifts in the doorway, looking as if she wants to run forward and Clarke stares at them. Abby turns around brown eyes looking over the others. "Clarke needs to take her shirt of. Leave."

Bellamy and Lincoln drag Octavia away but Lexa, Raven and Nyko stay. "I said go."

Clarke shakes her head. "It's fine mom. It's not like they haven't seen it." She pulls the shirt off and hears the sharp intake of breath from her mother.

Abby turns to glare at them. "How can you be in here and look at the damage you've done and feel nothing?"

Lexa tilts her chin up and glares at the righteous woman. "She was paying for the deaths of eighteen innocents. Her blood was the price and so was her life."

Brown eyes blaze in anger and hatred as she stare at this child who led these savages. "And you spared her because a bear didn't eat her?" The words shake in pent up rage.

Lexa stares at Abby before her eyes flicker to the blonde. "The Ursa rarely chooses. Clarke is special. The mountain will fall and we will prevail."

Raven's eyes water as she speaks. "She paid for Finn's crimes." Her lips tremble. "Because I asked her too."

Clarke stands up sharply, they were speaking as if she wasn't even here. As if she was already dead. "You didn't ask that of me Raven. I did this because I decided to." The words are sharp as they cut through the former Arker's. "Finn killed those people. He can live with that guilt. Deal with it for the rest of his life because he did it and we need to accept that."

Raven's lips tremble before she stills them "You'd be dead now if that bear hadn't have come."

Clarke stands tall. "You'd still be getting our people out of mount weather. That's all that matters anymore. Not war. We need to stick together to get out people."

Tan fingers stretch to brush along tortured skin. "I am sorry."

"You didn't do anything." The blonde sighs and then her mom is pushing her back down and stitching her together.

Clarke clenches her jaw at the ever present pain. It stung more than when the knives were pressed into her skin. "I'm sorry Clarke. We have no numbing agents." Her mother's eyes are pained as she stares at the abused skin of her daughter.

Clarke swallows as the stitches pull on already sore and tortured skin. "It's fine mom." Slowly Abby cleans the wounds and then Nyko is passing a bag forward.

Abby glares at him, eyes threatening his life. He just stares back. "It is for infections."

Clarke looks at it, hands clenched across the table. "I used it on Jasper. It's safe mom." She looks between them. "It's faster if you use it as a tea." Nyko tilts his head before nodding slightly. Clarke clenches her jaw as she feels the needle and thread pull and push her skin back together. They were some crisscrossed cuts that she knew no matter how skilled her mom was at stitching, they would be brutal looking.

It feels like hours later when her mom stops. She's rubbing the seaweed across her wounds. "Some don't need stitches but they need butterfly stitches Clarke."

Clarke nods. It meant more chance of infection if she didn't watch them. "I know."

"The burns." Her mom's voice cracks.

They would be permanent. Brands forever stuck in her skin. She ducks her head. "I know mom."

Abby goes to wipe the blood from her face. Lexa grabs her hand. "Leave the mark alone." Abby turns to glare at her. "It is a mark left by the Ursa. Clarke may wipe it away but no one is to touch it."

Abby sighs and hands Clarke the cloth. The blonde leaves the blood stained on her forehead alone but dabs at the blood dried on her cheek until it is clean. "We won't use butterfly stitches and real stitches would mar your face. It need to heal on it's own." Clarke nods before tossing the rag down.

She stands quickly, squaring her shoulder as she stands in just a bra and low slung pants. The white gauze is a stark contrast to her skin. "Can we talk war now." Her words are steady and demanding. Not a question.

Lexa smirks. "I see why the spirit has chosen you." She could, Clarke was everything a great warrior and leader should be. Not what the Sky-demons were said to be. "But you are tired. You need rest."

Clarke steps forward, toe to toe with the woman. "What I need is to get my friends out of the mountain and you promised me we'd get them out."

"I did and we will." Lexa steps forward so they are almost touching. Her voice is calm and collected. The opposite of Clarke's angry and defiant drawl. "We have a few day to plan our attack. I am the Heda. My job is to think war through clearly. So you will rest and we will go to burn the innocents in their village and tell the others an Ursa has been chosen."

Clarke wants to through her hands wide as her jaw ticks in anger. Blue eyes blaze like the too hot fires from the broken machines Lexa had seen visions of. "Are you really going to stand around twiddling your thumbs? Our people are dying in that mountain." The tone and gaze are angry and accusing.

Lexa steps forward, impossibly closer, gaze stern. "And I lead the army that will defeat the mountain. We need to plan. Do not question my abilities."

Clarke clenches her jaw. "When do we leave for the village?"

"After you rest." Clarke opens her mouth but Lexa continues. "You are of no use to us if you faint on your feet on the way to the village. They will think you weak. Rest. gather the strength that you need. We will leave tomorrow."

A/N: This idea just popped into my head and I decided to write it. Grounders are a spiritual culture so I worked with that. I don't believe an alliance could have worked if Finn stayed alive. The 100 writers had the balls to kill off a main character where others would have found an excuse for him to stay alive and I love that about the writers. But in my story I needed Clarke to be on that post so she needed to switch places with Finn.

A/N 2: This story will follow the second season of the 100 but with different lines and slight twists until ch 5, where it goes completely into my own story without using the second season as a crutch. Ch 5 was one of the first parts I wrote for this story, Ch 1 through Ch 4 are setting background information and the works. Please enjoy.