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 let him go and his body, totally withered and skin turn sagged lay limp at Seven's roots. Sam withdraw his blessings from Blue Man. Seven set him in the ground.

Seven gaze one last lingering look at Blue Man. While I make use of his life force and give the bones a full blast. Raised them all and have them stationed outside like bodyguards.

Ever wonder why I push into the idea of zombie rising? It was because I felt it. The darkness that seeps through my bones. The world of nothingness except evil and malice.

Something is coming. A hundred enemies. Marching to head into this house. Because our location has been disclosed.

I don't know who or what. I'm guessing its the Blue Man who tipped the Faeries to our location. And they're coming.

"Sorry," I said. "It's necessary. I need an army to stand against these -"

"Hundreds of Aufs coming on our way?" She finished. "What? You think your bones can fight?"

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