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 don't know what you're talking about." I said. Voice controlled. Mouth immediately slap shut. Just to prevent my throat from bursting out this scream that's killing me.

I want to leave immediately, I want to raise my shadows and smash this ugly bastard to the ground. I try to wriggle my fingers, producing the blessings of death I've been itching to try on him.

It didn't work. I can't move. I'm utterly stuck to the ground. He have me right where he wanted.

"Don't you?" he asks, his skull face cocks to the side. If he has a mouth, which he certainly can't afford to wear without scorching it to charcoal, he would have smirk by now. Giving me one valid reason to smash his teeth, grind them until they became food powder.

"Lance," Someone around calls my name. I can't see anyone here with me. It was just the two of us in this imaginary space. I slid my eyes way past him. Seeing the other side right through the hole of his stomach.

I won't die