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

"Really? Where?" I can imagine the two lean from their prison cell closer. I can't exactly tell them it's just a hunch and may sound really ridiculous. Yet I already let the news out of my tongue. No stopping it.

"Seven is inside of Meira, I mean the Temptress. Currently asleep and have her life blessing slowly suck out to sustain her younger self."

Magnus and fake Seven burst out laughing. "That's ridiculous."

I waved off their talks of 'impossible'. The moment I speak it out loud, a soft rustle of petals came from my left. When I look over, there's a piece of blue rose beside me. The bloom is two times bigger than the roses fake Seven had given me.

I smiled. Man, it's been so long since I've felt this happy. For the whole seventy days of being tortured and dying everyday, having a weird rose sprouting in grey cold walls is like having a pepperoni steaming pizza filling my stomach.

At last