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

My life becomes die each minute, honed death waves and total silence. They kill me every day in a strict schedule. First day, the Beast feeding. (They trapped me in chains and let fifty Beasts feed on my flesh without rest all day.) Second day, Mark extraction. (The 'boss' Lista has referred to has arrived. He's a literal Dark Elves from movies alright. Shiny scalp, pointy ears, black dead eyes, crooked grimy teeth, with flashy bronze spear and shiny blue royal cape wrap around platinum armor.

I saw Meira in the crowd of onlookers when they greeted him. Lista was there, beside him is Dad, then the Twylyth I saw in my dream was three person from their left, beside her, is the humanoid that killed my Mom.

My blood rushed to the surface watching them. I clawed on the walls until my fingernails tore apart. I bared my teeth, I growled, I howled like a wild animal inside my cell. No one can hear me anyway.

Our imminent doom