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

"Hey!" Magnus grabs me at the collar before I plunge myself in the Fire hogs hole. I stagger. I blink my thoughts away and look at the horizon set before me.

The sun is creeping in the sky. The clouds had gathered around to greet it's arrival. The sound of sirens and surprise squeal of morning joggers cut through the forest. They must have seen the trees burn down to ashes.

I gulp. I stare at Magnus, horrified. "Seven," I whispered. That's all it took for his face to be as horrified as me before started to bolt across the yard.

The holes, when the sun hits them have mysteriously shrink back. I ask Magnus why. He said the traps they set up are only good at night. Once morning comes and the sun peek in the sky, it will start to recede back to the ground and disappear.

The useless me