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

"Sam, it's okay. Breathe." I told him. He's shaking really hard. Convulsing. I place both of my palms on his wrist to stop him from flunging himself off the bed.

Magnus shake his head, slap his cheek, brush his fingers to Sam's shaggy hair.

We tried consoling, talking, nothings working. I'm scared this might be the basement over again. I glance at Magnus.

He look back. Seems he had the same idea as me. I spin around and grab Jesper to kneeling beside Sam.

"Can you rewind his day? Like make it yesterday so he'll be alright?"

Jesper vigorously shake his head. " I can't do that. It will only worsen his injuries. Feeling the same intense pain again might kill him."

"I just can't!" Jesper said. His eyes are wide, frantic, he keep shaking his head and stepping three steps back, away from us.

"I just can't." His tone falls back into monotone. Like he's talking only to himself. At that moment, I can tell.

One escape