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

It's not me who's crazy. It was them. All three of them. They could've warned me when they've been planning for a two storey feet dive to the ground. Or the spot where we'll land is actually a horde of rats and cockroaches sharing the basement together.

We crash right into an old battered king size bed. The sheet has been chewed off by rats and something is crawling under our butts. I did my best not to scream. I already overwork my voice when we fell.

Magnus was immediately on his feet. Sam is promptly tuck on his right shoulder. He's swinging and carrying him like he's used to running and escaping crazy horde of monsters while lifting someone on his shoulders.

I find that amazing. I looked down at my hands. My thoughts traveled to my stomach. Trying to discern some weird alien energy flowing in my veins.

Reeling it up.