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They called me FIVE

**READ ME** THIS BOOK WILL BE UNDER REVISION. ******* My name? Lance Augustus Age? 15 Nickname? Five. Why they call me that? Because the mark tells us so. _________________________________ "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. ___________________________________

phoenixhyperion · Urbain
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Tossed in the dirt

Lucien suddenly felt something strike his head. He woke up from his entrance and gaze upward. Sitting at the top of the stairs is a man with ash gray hair tied in a ponytail, a thick beard, and piercing amber eyes. Wearing a white robe across his chest with a white cape serenading his shoulders. The build is quite lean. But the sheepish smile is something that is out of place from his older father's feature.

"Yo, kid wazzup?" Lucien immediately recoiled from him. His eyes were clearly on Lucien himself. Not the illusion Lucien conjured to the person in the cage. The man noticed his hesitance. His doubt. His fear. The man laughed. 

"Your evil sister tells me you're here. Badly injured because of some accident. But seeing you…." the man rakes his eyes up and down to him. "You're quite well fed and healthy. So come on, what's up? What happened?"