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 blink back my surprise. The voice was so undiscerning, so playful, and full of misplace humor it's hard to imagine it came from the same person whom I talk inside my head back in the rooftop 70 days ago.

A spray of blood got me in my left eye. I squint. Two other skully warriors are on their way of decapitating Magnus' leg. Beads of sweat flush out of his scalp. His blonde hair has now transform into pined thick wood chipped color.

"Hey, Magnus! How's without kneecaps coming up? Can you walk?" Seven asked.

"Oh yes, I can't! But I could fart over your fake ugly face feigning dead in front of me if you want. Free of charge." Magnus answered in my head.

Wait, was that really him? He looks like he passed out in his chair. His two hands, and one leg missing.

The real Seven