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

The piles of burnt buildings are clogging up the atmosphere. The smoke hasn't calmed down, because of the strong breeze from the sea. Lucien is suddenly on his knees, cutting a part of his cloth to cover Ava's nose.

"I'm sorry. I know this will make it harder to breath. But bear with it. Or your lungs will burst from all this smoke."

Ava did not even react when he wrap it around her small rounded face. There wasn't any strong features on her face. Her skin is alight, glowing, incandescent. The lines of her jaw is soft. Not hard. The cheeks barely protrude any of her bones.

There is nothing in her physique that suggests the monstrous ability her muscles can exert. She's stronger. Lucien thought. Stronger than me. But right now, she won't survive without me.

useless