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

Without a word, the man shoved him away. Sam stumbled. He's literally half the height of that guy.

But that's not what faze Sam. It's their clothing. They wear robes…? Sam forgot what it's called. Tone? Tune? Tunic? Yeah, that's it! Tunic. Even men have long hairs. Their appearances surprise Sam.

It must be the same with them, he perceived. Sam looks out of place for his short hair, black shirt, black pants and black hand wraps with his hat. Sam looks around. He saw an old man lifting a cargo of heavy fruits into his small stall.

"Hello, sir. Can I help you?" The old man with his white hair, wrinkly face, white long beard and grey robe that is joined together by a belt take one glance at him before nodding.

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