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

A few steps from us, I heard it. The sound of the first cannon blast that blaze the trees behind me. I made a mistake of looking back. Seven is there, her back on us, swords at her side, a man almost twice her size towering her.

The moon drip on his bloodlust tattoed face. His long sharp teeth glint under the faint light. An urge to cry out for Seven pulse through me. I didn't.

Crying out won't help Seven at all. I promise I will bring Magnus to the end. So I will. I give her one last glimpse. She twirl and kick the cannon mid air, surprising the burly guy. His finger is on the trigger and he pull it off. Cutting the silence with another explosion.

Seven duck in time. The fire ball hit the dude's tattooed companion creeping at Seven's back. She took the accident as her chance to steal the cannon from him. She swing it in her shoulder and fired. Taking two down at once.

Tear through