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

We had to do all the running and sprinting against all odds.

If the forest burning wasn't bad enough, we had the Madel's inn engulfing in fire. That should attract attention. And we all bolted before the crowds' noses found it's way to our scents.

Magnus is carrying Sam in his back. Sam was totally against it. He said it feels weird. He said it made him feel like a kid. A toddler joggling swings to his Papa's shoulders.

Magnus ignored his protests. Not caring for other people staring at us. Or the whispers that floats. I wrap Seven in a cloak and covered her head. Made her look like a big lump in my back.

Jesper is in charge of hauling our duffel bags - it was really pure luck Magnus manage to stuff his shoulders with them. Darting at the perfect moment to retrieve Seven while I'm facing Alpha Beast.

"So where are we going again?" I ask.

"But we're in the middle of nowhere." I said.

Jesper's hive