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 use the dead body of the giant creature as a point of jump to take me higher in the air. I scratch all three of them. One in the arm, the other on the face. Last is the tail.

Scratch. That's all I inflect. And the white flame from my sword burns right from the wound. The creatures howled in pain. As the fire grew larger, it consumes their body parts. Until they cease to ashes.

A smile tug on my lips. I see. I should have done this before. That Paige woman…

I moved on to the next creature and leap at the top of its mane. The neck may be the vulnerable part… but to get an instant kill… splitting the head in half is the best. I point my sword down. My palm sliding the top of the hilt.

This must be...