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

Heavy footsteps are close behind me. It's not Alpha Beast. Or I could be wrong and it really is him. Stripping Seven's appearance aside and taking Fire hogs form. It's getting dangerously closer.

These guys have cannons. I have nothing. Magnus is sprawled on my back. He's still breathing. But his weight is getting heavy. The air he exhale is shallow. And his heartbeat is weak.

If blessing is actually back, I need to find Seven. She's the only one who can cure him. At the end of the forest. Two figures are standing. I thought they're standing side by side. Waiting for me. I assume its Sam and Seven.

But the taller one blow a punch on the smaller one's jaw. I almost wince. What's weird is I didn't hear the impact. As I got nearer, I could see the form of their silhouette.

The taller one, who's supposed to be a foot higher than the shorty, is now so small he looks like a grade schooler.

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