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

Now I know why you die. Because you are not equals. Because you are useless. You do not belong here. You will die. Your power is useless. Your blessing is useless.

"I'm sensing something." Jesper's doppelganger said. Crooked glasses guy scan his eyes to the yard.

I stifle my breath and not dare to make a sound or move while Sam has me wrapped up in the neck. There's only two meters distance between us and the two new dudes.

I'm sure even a sharp intake of breath or a missle creak of the stairs can give away our position. Magnus and Seven stiffen and freeze beside me. As if they're totally not here with me.

I only feel Sam's controlled exhales behind me.

"Like what?" Crooked glasses squint his eyes and take a step forward. Our feet less than a meter away.

"Mmm... same as Jesper has." Jesper's doppelganger fall back. He turn his head to Crooked glasses and grin.

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