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

Magnus is staring at me with his unnerving eyes.

"What?" I demanded. He's still staring. It's not the annoying - teasing kind of stare. It's a stare that can make your blood runs cold. That he knew something that can make you feel nervous and doubt everything on yourself.

I did not consider the possibility at first. But the words he said next made me confirm my doubt.

"The names Lance. At first I'm skeptical as hell about it. Because the content is totally ridiculous. Imagine your grandfather sing songs for your grandmother in front of the public. The romantic midnight dinner dance and the poems stupidly overflowing with love. That's what the journal is all about."

I frown. "I thought you said Rankers can't fall in love?"

He shrug. " We can't. And that's the problem. We don't know if we're supposed to believe what was written on the journal since eighty percent of it's content is about love confession for her. For the half breed girl."

Road to deities