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 Gifted People are more than that Lancelot. Three thousand years ago, you realize what they've done. That's why you work with Efta. You want to put an end to their cruelty. This –" he both raised his hands in the air, palms pointing at the metal gate with twisted wires and dripping with blood.

"This is their cruelty. You were chosen, revived once again to free the souls entrap in this gates." His marsh lights eyes stared at me, cocking his head in the side, expecting me to say something.

"I lived three thousand years ago? Work with the deity who chose Seven?"  I'm shaking all over I don't think the cold from this place has to do with it. I stared right into the shadow's empty face. Searching for answers.

If I really did live three thousand years ago, then that dream about Efta will make sense. Maybe the person who died back then was me. And she was crying. Could it be Seven too?

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