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

"Why? Who - what is she?" I intended to use the 'who'. Figured it might be rude to Sam when he thinks she's a monster.

Magnus paced back and forth. Seven is staring at us from her forest den, Alpha Beast is nowhere to be found. It might have been my imagination. I can't see Sam so of course it is, but I think he growled in her direction.

And Seven heard it. She stared to where I can feel Sam seated. Meanwhile, Magnus is brooding by himself behind us. Muttering under his breath. At last, Seven detached herself from her spot.

And storm right to where Sam is. I blinked in surprise. One minute she's sitting at the floor few feet apart, now she's kneeling at the wall with her hand grasping air. I heard Sam growled and fought her back.

"What the f*ck b*tch?! What are you doing? Let me go!" she's gripping him tightly. The floor is making scraping noise. Probably from his feet.

Childe