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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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Twylyth reunion

LANCE

Seven, Magnus and Alpha Beast has mutual understanding of the foreboding danger. While here I am and Sam totally clueless.

"What's Rhus?" I asked. Magnus paced back and forth. "It's a Faery poison. Meant to dispose any Rank Elders who dared to go against them. Why didn't I consider that? I should have known. Why my Koha reacts… that ugly b*tch, what kind of Faery is she Seven?" he spats. 

Seven didn't answer. She went to the bed she destroyed with one kick and hack the wooden legs away. Throwing each one of us a piece. 

"What is this for?" 

"For the fight." 

"Why?" 

"That lady's a Twylyth. They're the best when it comes to deception and entrancing their victims. Her docile meek personality must have been cute huh, Magnus? You want to take advantage of her but you got fooled instead." Her tone is neutral but her words hit right to where it supposed to hit.