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 couldn't say anything. All words of protests and complains plugging in my brain flushed, drain out by just a few words.

"Hey, kid. This will be a long ride. Wanna hear some interesting stories about how we meet with your Dad?"

"I've heard enough." His mouth formed a small o.

"Not everything kid. Okay, let's rewind. Rewind, rewind, rewind. This story may not make sense to you but it's evidently connected to that Seeker of yours. And the long history as to why he was chosen as the 'Seeker'." He clearly emphasized the word 'Seeker'. He lean towards the driver's seat.

"Can you pull over to that pizza store? Yep, yep. There."  He smack Dad's arm, whose sitting without moving on my right. "And you, buy your son one box of pizza slice and sodas will you?"

My Dad, moved to the driver's seat in robotic motion. I still cringed at his black sunken eyes. Lista clapped his hand for attention.

Lista's story.