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

The sound of food crackling over heat is making my mouth waters. And the smell made me intoxicated it brought out the hungry beast in me.

But I shake my head. Seven and Sam comes first. They will eat the food first. Before I get to have a taste. Magnus was the first to lay Sam gently down. He was careful, mindful of Sam's foot injury.

"Thanks," Sam said. Clearly embarrassed. He scratch his head and refuse to look at Magnus. If I was in his stead I would probably be embarrassed too. Especially when my dignity as a man is on the line.

Magnus acted oblivious about Sam's behavior and help me settle Seven down next to Sam's bed. She's sound asleep. Magnus gently drape the cloak on her shivering frame.

"Somehow I feel bad waking her up if she's sleeping peacefully like this." I said. Brushing some strand of hair from her chalk white pale face.

"Let's just let her rest. We'll set aside some food for her." Magnus said.

Mixing sword with blessing