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

Before I could lash at him again he slammed the door to my face and walked away. I clench my teeth. He's bothered alright. By what? Because I stopped Magnus from killing him? Because I was determined to keep him by my side rather than let a stranger murder him in front of my eyes?


Doesn't he realize I chose him over the Seeker who's supposed to train me? I betrayed Magnus for him. It wasn't supposed to be like that. Yeah, I know.  But can he blame me? He's the only family I have left. I don't want to be left alone again.


I let the shower's water sprinkle my body in soft pitter patter. Another new place, another new hurdle. What a great turn of events. Just a second ago he said he's proud of me for defeating that Red Beast… Now he's on his another streak of undeterminable weirdness of wanting to die.


It's as if he's determined to leave me by my own.


Settling things