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 yellow light faded. I watch as Seven flutter her eyes open and stare at me. I blink at her.

It feels weird. That when she opens her eyes she looked at my direction...as if she knew I'll be here. Waiting for her to wake up with Magnus.

Sam stirred in her shoulders. He detach his head from her and rub his eyes. Their faces a few inches apart. Seven's cropped up hair and Sam's shaggy bird's nest hair makes a good pairing.

Sam took one second to stare at her face before screaming his throat out and crawled backwards till his back hit the tree trunk.

"Wha - wha - What's going on?!" He crossed his elbows to his chest. Like a maiden.

Seven in our heads chuckle. "I see you're still scared of me huh. How adorable." She tease.

Magnus, who's busy sifting his clothes beside me, worrying if he'll ever get back to his original size turn his head. Mouth formed an o when he saw Seven's awake.

Bless