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

Magnus paved his way towards us. He snatched my hand from Seven's palm.

"That's impossible!" Magnus said. We both turned to Seven. She looked a bit lost. Then tentatively shake her head.

"I'm gonna try something okay? If you feel discomfort and a repulsion, tell me. If there's no reaction, then it proves my guess." She take my hand again and transferred a mellow warmth to my skin. My black veins retracted. I can feel the warm sensations pulsing with my blood.

I'm caught in the urge to sleep. My eyes droop. My shoulders sag. I want nothing more than to curl in a comfortable bed and tuck myself to dreamland. The anxiety I felt disappeared. The drive for revenge a miles away.