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

At the word of wrathful creature Lucien's eyes perked up. "What's wrathful creature?"

Everyone's eyes turn to Alexander. It seems they do not know either. At last he sighed. "They begin to appear after the Ancient One is procured by the Watchers. Right after the annihilation of the Scout Bay island."

Lucien's heart is about to burst out of his chest. Just the mention of the Scout Bay made him cringe at his feet. He huffed. He looked up at the faces of the people around him. He see the faces of his teammates coldly annihilated at that time. The faces of the Watchers….especially the face of that Ancient One.

Suddenly, he felt dizzy. He staggered to the side. At once, Ava escaped from his hold to catch him. Before anyone can lend him a hand. Lucien's empty hand searched for Ava's arm.

Sensing her body heat, he stretch his fingers, catching her wrist, his fingers instinctively wrap itself on her arm.

dead