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 tighten my grip at the hilt of my blade. "If you enter, the creatures of the void will turn hostile on you. They won't stop trying to tear you alive."

A slight buzz resound in my head. Paige's voice speaks through the gap of my brain.

"If you can survive four hours inside the Void, we might consider choosing you as our candidate. If not, you die. That simple."

"Wait I'm -" the buzz cut sharply in my head. I felt the pang of my brain blinding my eyes for a second. I can't see beyond. It's like I'm standing at the end of everything. I shake my head. I compose myself.

I held my dagger tight. Grateful for the little protection it can induce to me. I dug my nails to my skin. Desperate that I am not lost. That I still have my body in my possession. That I did not transform into a wisp floating aimlessly with nothing left except my consciousness.

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