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 got really uncomfortable in my feet while I navigated the corridors. My leg is clearly not in the mood to drag my body around. When I get back on my seat, Meira is already there, having serious conversation with the two burly twins in front of us.

"Hey," I greeted when I came up near them. Instantly, the twins draw back and have one sour look at me before facing front. I lean closer to Meira and whispered.

"They clearly hated me huh. She giggled and whispered back.

"No they don't. They're just worried."

"Whether you're a good guy to hang out with." She winked at me and took something from her pink strapped bag, a pencil and a sketchpad. The next subject will be Art. The old dude with a Santa white barnacle beard remind us to bring a art materials for today's activity.

Mirror don't lie