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 look at my shoes. At the black soil crunching under my feet. The blackness...I reach out. Stretch my senses...

I grunt in frustration and look at her. "Seven, I gave up. I don't know what you want me to see. There's nothing in here." I said.

She gave me one lingering look and sigh. "You lost it I see. It's okay. Magnus can help you in your problem. We just need to bring him back to normal."

With that, she turn around. Not giving me another look. I followed her. My feet falling back. I look down at my hands.

What does she mean? Lost? Lost what? My power? Death is still here. My shadows are still with me. I haven't lost anything...

Or was she referring to something else?

I watch her lean closer to Magnus. He whip to meet her face. Her hands find it's way on his shoulders.

"Your strides are too shallow." She answered.

dont know