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

"Oh? You're scared?" The girl asks. Produce a high pitch laugh before whisking her fingers in the air.

A faint circle blue light came out of her fingers and the Twylyth freeze. Stupefied. Face a little blue. I ran to Magnus's side. Put myself in front of him.

"You killed her didn't you? Did you kill Magnus too?"

She makes a face between a scowl and a frown, scrunching up her nose.

"Duh, I didn't. Thotheka will get mad at me if I harm his favorite Ranker - Seeker whatever. I only stop their time, that's all." She shrugs.

I take a step forward. Careful. Mindful of her. I can't totally trust her words. I would be a fool if I do.

"You'd be a fool if you don't." She said. I almost stumbled.

The Deity of Time