phoenixhyperion

**READ ME**

THIS BOOK WILL BE UNDER REVISION.

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My name? Lance Augustus
Age? 15
Nickname? Five. 
Why they call me that? Because the mark tells us so. 
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"Don't be stupid, steer out of trouble, and whatever happens, stay alive." 

I really don't know why Dad always repeat those words to me everyday. I take heed of his words. Play by his rules, never dared to go against him except if it's extremely necessary.

He's all that I need to get by. Our life was ordinary. Everything was perfectly fine, perfectly normal, just an everyday routine we get used to live. But then this guy calling himself 'The Seeker' came... And he start making a mess out of my life. 

He said I have powers. - Who believe that crap?
He said I have extraordinary abilities. - Cool! I want to be Superman.
He said I was chosen. - Who? The god of newbie bullies? 
The mark of five imprinted deep into my skin proves that I am one of the TWELVE. - You sure it's not a tattoo? I firmly believe it's a tattoo. 

I never believe him. I drove him out. I did not listen. I wish I did. Maybe he could have help me. Maybe he could have save me from the trouble of falling right into their trap. I know nothing. Because of my stubbornness I lost everything. So now I'm all alone. But she stretch her hand to me. She gave me hope. She invited me to come. And I did. 

So our search began. For the remaining TEN.
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They called me FIVE

"So, should I be happy because I'm immortal?"


When other kids hear someone told them this, they'll say 'Woah cool!" and imagine a lot of bad stuff they'll do because they won't die. But not me. Not after everything that happened.


"Oh, no, no. Not in the human realm. The immortality enchantments wear off in here. But in the magical realm yes,  though not everyone is granted with the Mark. Only the Rankers have them. And they must pass hundred tests to have one. Mostly survival and life risking. So you need to be flexible, strong and have wits on you at all times."


I don't think Magnus has that last part.


"They operate in teams, which they call Ranks. For the patronage of the twelve deities, they formed 12 teams. But they don't have blessings on their bodies. In fact, all the Gifted People don't. Except the family lineage of Rank Elders and Rank Ruler."


"Okay...so where does an Eklektos like me falls into? I mean, why do I have this mark and some power?"


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