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

On that night I have a dream. Again. And I don't need the garbage bath this time. At first, I can't see anything. I feel like I'm floating. Except the ground I'm standing is a bit mushy and is trying to swallow me whole.


I flailed, I screamed, I stretch my hand at the dark shadows that feels like choking me and when I thought no one's gonna help me as I drown in dread hollow…someone pulled me up.


A soft hand, with a strong grip and delicate features I'm scared I'll break if I hold on tightly. But it didn't. I finally see my whole body, getting rid of the dark shadows dancing in my feet,


"You okay?" A girl's wispy voice spoke in my head. And I could have sworn it belongs to the person who pulled me out.


I died in my dream