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 became aware of Dad and Lista agonizing stare directed at me. They want answers. But my mind is foggy as midnight street. Can't pull anything through. Heck, how was I sure something did happened between us?

Meira didn't say anything last night. I ran away. Yeah, that was bad of me. I should probably talk to her about it.

I shoved the last food in my mouth and stood up.

"Well, I still need to verify it from her first. Besides, I don't think she'll get pregnant anyway. More like…"

I think back her reaction and our small interaction from last night. Yep, it's pretty vague. I can't remember how I get back home. Or did I talk with someone on the way. I'm sure I did.

"I'll tell you later tonight Dad, Lista. Gotta go now. I'm late."

Memories slowly disappear 3