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

I exhale the breath I've been trapping inside of my chest.

I proceed to her other leg. This can't be good. If she stays silent like this. Not moving, not giving indications beneath the pale as dead features I might go nuts and think she's really dead.

I wrack my head for conversation. Anything. I think back on the very few information we have of her. On her past. Who she really is.

She mentions a grandma but after that...nothing.

"Seven? If you don't mind, can you share me some bits of your past?"

"One, to affirm myself that you're still with me. You looking so pale and chilly as snow makes me nervous every damn second. Two, I don't remember you talk about it."

In my head her voice chuckles, before me her body is as stiff as a corpse.

"But I told you about Efta right? You're curious about her."

Her past