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

"It's okay man. I'm fine. We're here to take you back."

Jesper hesitated. "But my father he..." I placed my hand on his shoulder.

"Jesper, there's something I need to tell you." I swallowed a big lump on my throat. "You see...when Sam is lifting your brother and father in the air like that -" I pointed to the blue man Sam trapped in the wall. "I kind of lost it when I saw you tied up to that dark room. My shadows of death escape out of me and.. And..."

I couldn't finish what I was about to say. I pointed my hand to the flight of stairs, directly into the bodies of his brother and father. Lying on their backs, eyes open but no life is found in their eyeballs.

"I'm so sorry." I said. My voice cracks and I let it trail off. I dont deserve forgiveness. I don't know if our relationship can be fixed. Or will it ever get any better.

Intoxicated