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

"There you are sister!" The leader with chubby cheeks, no neck, gruffy build and bushy eyebrows said. His school jersey could not hide the rounded belly bursting out of his shirt.

"Oh, you found us a prey. Lucky!" Sam recoiled. Especially when the guy flash him a crooked smile.

"Hey lanky, you got a key there don't you?" The guy and his pals smirk. Sam's finger twitch. He's tempted to reach out to his pockets. Just to reassure himself the key is still with him. But it would be foolish to do that.

It's like telling them where his key is.

"Do you know where we are?" Sam shift to another topic. The boys look at each other. The leader shrug.

"Yeah. We're in a game actually."

Sam's stomach curled. "Game? What game?"

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