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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. ___________________________________

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Trying to know what to do from here on out.

LANCE

One week. One week has passed and everything was quiet. I wasn't able to return to school again. Say goodbye to Moon rose – or wherever she was. I just need to believe she was somehow in the new area with me.

Everytime I think of her I'm reminded of Magnus. Where he is, is he okay? Did that wave of black ring destroyed him, did he managed to survive…

My gut told me he did. I'm hundred percent sure he's stronger than he let on. There's something in his black veins that made me wary of him. He has that distinct part the Auf has.

And I can't even begin to describe what it is.

I dare not show my face the next morning after our house got destroyed. Dad took some gas he stashed in his storage house at the back and splash it in what's left of our house. I lighted the match. I don't know how will the people deduce what happens to this burnt house in the crack of dawn – or to the two father and son who lives in here....