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

"So Jesper," Magnus said, "What can you do with your blessing of time?"

Jesper looks away. He scan his eyes around the room, pick up an apple from the table top and played with it.

"I can do this," he straighten his palm and let the apple reside at the center. His left hand swish, first towards the right, and then the apple withered, like a decayed vegetable left out in the trash to rotten. He swipe to the left, then the apple turn from super red to light red, getting smaller until it becomes so small my eyeballs is probably bigger.

"I can control the time of a specific object. Have it undergo the 'past' 'present' and 'future' phase. Like this apple, it's past is when its hatch in the vines, then it grew bigger get redder - the present. In future it decayed."

Magnus lean closer to him and gaze at the apple.

One's trace