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

"What's the use of our powers if we don't use it to save our own?!" I countered.

Magnus swallow a big lump on his throat.

"Only deities can defeat one Lance. You may have your blessings but it's useless. You can't even take down the Class 4 Faeries, how much more a demon?"

He lower his hand covering my lips and draw a short nervous breath.

"There's gotta be a way. What can we do? If we jump in and intervene it may kill Seven and Sam, use us to fill their position. There's gotta be something." He murmured.

He close his eyes and tug on his hair. "Think Magnus think. What did those Rank Elder said about the Demons? What was their weakness? There's gotta some information buried in your pea brain for opponents like this."

I left Magnus to his chantings. My eyes slid back to Seven. She's growing weak. Sam has hold of Magnus's swords now. He did a great job slicing and cutting black forms trying to pierce Seven's skin.

Deity knocks