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 have been running around in circles, no exact destination in mind. I can't see anything except ruins for miles. It's like I've been smacked right into the end of the world where everything just..

The black mist has finally lifted up. No bodies turned up, except mountain pile of ashes. Dad and Lista are nowhere to be found. Magnus and Seven too. Exhaustion break my limbs. I collapsed on my knees. Feeling my joints giving out on me.

At the farthest corner of the rooftop, right where the wriggling boxes used to be, something crawled its way out of the wooden rubble. A hand of a beast. I recognize the sharp talons and the scales. Seconds later the place explode and a giant fifty foot tall black beast burst out in the open sky. Flapping its wings. It open its hideous mouth and let out a spine chilling scream.

Terrified and paralyzed.