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

Eklektos lose their blessings. The crystals erase their Marks. The penalty has commenced. The battle for the blessing shall take place.

The Eklektos have no idea what happened. Or what shall happen. Twelve has been reduced to Eleven. One of them died without the other Eklektos's knowledge.

Her death is added to the penalty. Failure to eliminate the man goddess of time commanded to eradicate… resulted in one Eklektos's death. Penalty is enacted.

Gods and goddesses are given time to choose other suitable Eklektos. They have chosen. There are no limits in numbers. Hundreds of candidates to Eklektos are gathered.

The first chosen Twelve will lose their titles. They will fight. They will kill. They must not fail. They must not lose. Every failure means death.

A.O.s respect gods and goddesses choices. They accept the candidates. For the briefing, the first chosen former Eklektos will sleep. Will rest. Will reflect.

Vol. 2: Former goddess