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

"Seven, what's going on?" She glare at me.

"How many times do I have to tell you? I'm not Seven."

I guess again. If what I'm seeing is neither a dream nor a vision but a memory... It would make sense.

"Efta?" I tried again. This time she did not glare. She just stop walking. Her long midnight hair turn around to regard me strangely. Her fingers cake into my palm and fitted right through my fingers.

I'm struck by how her hand felt so right in mine. I seriously don't have any romantic feelings for Seven... I regard her as my sister.

But strange sensations crawled from my hand up to my chest. Based from the contact of our skin alone. I shiver.

"Did you perhaps hit your head from the practice this morning Lancelot? After you told me to be ready for the Ranker's trial tonight...what? Are you nervous for me?"

Nether