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

At that moment, I instantly regretted killing Sam's blood hog. It wasn't up to my hands to take her life. This Faerie… Sam deserve justice. For his father.  It's supposed to be him, holding her head in his hand. Not me.

Shadow… I called on to the deepest part of me. To the shadow I begin to recognize as another entity. I became one with him in my body. But that doesn't mean I shouldn't get his consent about things I decided to do – using his power.

I can feel it stirring in my gut. Without the actual words, he knew what to do. He agreed with me. I smiled. I pick up the Blood Hogs body and tuck her head in my side.

"What are you doing?" Magnus asked behind me. I beamed at him.

"Correcting my mistake. Which way?" Magnus indicated the moss covered plywood. With my bare hands I tore it apart. He whistled.

"Since when did you become this strong?" He asked, kidding around.

Seven and Efta