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 hope no one knows I'm here dragging skeleton asses with me carrying my shrunken alien friend and two wounded comrades.

I hope no one cares, especially the house owners of the basement we crash and slept the night into.

I can't take my mind off the bodies littering in the ground. Buried probably five to ten feet beneath the soil.

I can't take the horrid possibility that those bodies has to do with Jesper... If it isn't, he wouldn't act that scared right?

And who was that man with crooked glasses? He seems to recognize me. No - he seems to recognize ny skeletons... As if they are the by product of blessings.

A big rock made me stumble and hit my face straight to a tree trunk. My nose hurts. My knees crack.

My leg is sending painful throb to the deepest part of my brain. I wobbled. I tried to stand up but a single twitch in my leg makes me stifle a horrified scream.

I'm not...but maybe I am