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 finish the drink he devoured and went towards the ladies. They saw him. Their eyes are wary. They did not dare to stare at him in the eye. They keep their eyes down. They seem to be scared someone heard them standing idly, gossiping with each other.

"Hello, Maam. May I ask what child you were referring to?" Both are too startled to reply. Sam almost lose his composure. Did he ask the wrong question? He shake his head. And bowed lower to the ladies.

"I'm so sorry. You see, I am a lone...uh…" what could be the best word to describe he wants to hunt down this beast? Wait, hunt? Right! "I'm a lone hunter. Hunting is my profession," both women frown at the mention of profession.

Sam bite his lips. Was he wrong again? What's another word for profession? Sam is more than tempted to pat on his pants, fetch out his phone and search in thesaurus for synonyms of profession.

Vol.2 Sam