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 air became unflinchingly tight. Lucien detects movement. In the corner. He see figures. Shapes of five, seven, ten men coming towards to where they are. Lucien open his mouth to say something. To protest. To implore Ava to let him go. He will attend the exchange.

He will obtain the location of the notorious Alpha Beast. That was the other bargain he put up to the exchange. He added three more gemstones for that. And the dealer agreed not to say anything.

The first man Lucien saw coming out is a man without his cloak, in black gears, and a gun holstered in the waistband. Black gloves, black hat, black boots. He walked right into the mist. Long limbed, constantly in motion, he whip his head side to side to study the area.

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