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

The more Ava imposed these questions, the more I'm convinced something is really wrong with my current arrangement. Dad should've known about the Faery base here. Didn't he say it himself? He was once a slave brought here from the magical realm.

And he was imprisoned… they offered the killing and stealing the identity of the mortal they murdered condition. That should mean he knows the place. It's in Chicago. I looked down at the wave of people gathering around to see what's up. To gossip for a new murder in town.

"Why did you kill those two men earlier?" I asked Ava. She showed me her knife. It's dripping wet alright. A while ago it's red and the stench of flesh is real. Now it's murky green and the foul smell of rotten dump pulsates.

"What the hell? This is an Auf's blood isn't it?" I took the knife from her hand. Raised it against the bulb a few feet from us.

Officially introducing each other