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

I looked down at the pile of pens rattling in the floor. Lista tossed them aside, seeing he doesn't need any of them. I peered at it. Once I saw one blink out of existence. Figured it was just my eyes playing tricks on me, I gawked at the others.

I couldn't mistake how one by one evaporates in thin air or got swooshed by the wind and boom. Gone. Poof. This was blessing. I swallowed hard. Lista was able to make pens danced and shoot like knives at me by his 'blessing'.

Which was better? Mine or his? Observers will say mine because it can destroy enemies by touch. Yet, the chosen Eklektos slash useless wielder me, deems this power useless. I can't protect anyone with this. I don't know how I'll play hero like Thor with his lightning hammer to save the day. Nor become Horus with his shining shimmering all knowing eyes. I'm probably the villain that rob banks and got his brains spilled by reckless security guards.

Have fun talking, I'll be in here, trying to get the fire to confess who's hotter.