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 was too late before I realize what's exactly going on. The goblins are weaker. They slurred on their feet. Their limbs are too weak and skinny compared to their bellies. Me and Sam take advantage of it and hit the round soft spot to tackle them done.

For thirty minutes, we spar and pierced flesh. Thirty full minutes of fights and guttural screams. From the goblins. They easily disintegrate to ashes. I've killed my own tantamount of share. Sam too.

Seven has twice the numbers of us combined. I struck my wood into the mouth of the last goblin and slammed him to the ground. Choking him, watching his eyes rolled back into his eyelids, the life slowly escaping from his bones. And then he's gone. Bursting into dust on my feet.

"Wooh, that was intense." I said. Wiping the sweat from my forehead. Seven appeared beside me. She seems calmer after going berserk.

Blessings and curses