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

"You…what did you do to her?" I demanded. Meira looked past me and stare at Seven's uncomprehending face.

"That's my prey." She said, flashing us her teeth that grew longer and sharper. Like a vampire. "I got her first. Her blessing, her youth is mine. Lista, Dylantino, and the others can't deny me of that right."

"But we can. She's an Eklektos. And she's one of ours." Magnus said. I nod in agreement. Her lip turned up.

"Eklektos? Are you sure you did your job right puny Seeker?" Her head started to shake, or spin, I don't know. It's just too fast my eyes can't keep up. Around her, fleshy thick white substance fell down, like a snake's skin. As if she's in the middle of hibernating.

She stops. Her face has taken a time travel downtown she aged in three hundred years in just fifty seconds. It's rude but I actually gagged seeing her true face. Magnus smirked in my direction.

Switching soul