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

The knife… Magnus unwrapped the plastic and we gaped at it. Elongated, serrated at the side, blood drying at the handle and the edges. I can feel weird energy coming off from the knife.

The little inscriptions at the hilt made me want to double up in disgust. It's tugging something on me. Drawing me closer, trying to pull out a chunk of my soul. I imagine a rasp chattering voice in my head, saying "I'll… devour…you."

"Pathetic. Your father abandon you."

A branch, out of nowhere shot and took the knife from Magnus hands. It came from behind us. I turn around. Wild eyed and shaken. I heard Magnus beside me whimpered.

"See a cursed object? Destroy it. Don't look. Don't listen. Or it will curse you too." Seven said in our head. One of her branches is slithering at the cabinet wall. Wrapping itself around the knife.

Please don't.