The Forgotten Race

Chapter One

Ever wonder where you come from?

Who you really are?

'Cause in a world like this everything is hidden from you. Being adopted is the norm, coming from a different planet too. No one dares to ask in the fears of the stories they might hear. You're just brought up with a completely different family and expected to abide by their rules.

I've been doing that for seventeen years now. Well nearly 17.

In two days it's my birthday, which usually doesn't equate to much. Just me being allowed out past curfew and going somewhere without being told what to wear.

Today I do the ordinary, wake up, have a shower, and what not. Except now with the new protocols I have to wear my race colors. Thankfully my bloods color is black. Which excuses me form wearing that lord-awful shirt to school. I was in the middle of brushing my hair when my Amissa goes off.

The family is taking using the new technology to it's fullest. The amissa is a bracelet which was meant for identification during the wars,  or an easier way to sign into things. Now, it's a calendar, a messaging device, an encyclopedia, anything you could want. Including a way for my parents to call all of us downstairs without straining their voice.

As much as I love my parents, I know they're not my real ones. As to why there is four different colors sitting at the table. My parents are both Aethers, Ember and Ash are Ardeoans, Lucian is a Orbiscus and I am a Summarian, supposedly. Most of us are probably half-bloods, but are appearances are usually how people separate us from the others.

Also why the Imperium have placed the new protocol for wearing your blood colors. They're beginning to test everyone in the districts. Wanting to know exactly what we are and if we are a threat to them or not. They're taking groups of your main race and throw you into a lab. Which apparently can happen at any time. That's why we're wearing the colors 'till its over. So it's easier to see who's who. Apparently when the studies are done we will have a designated colored Amissa to wear, instead of the blood colors. We all sit silently at the table eating breakfast, listening to the new come through the speakers. No deaths in our district this week, no attacks either. We're lucky to be in a peaceful month.

After enduring the news, we all nod our head at each other and head our separate ways. I grab my bag and head out into the streets and walk to school. It's a daunting place. A big, grey building with only a few real windows. I check in with my Amissa and it gives me the timetable for the day. I have history first period, great. I sit in the 'garden' waiting for Mei and Conor to join me.

This so called 'garden' is in the middle of the building on the top floor. They are real plants, but there are projections all along the walls to make you think you are somewhere else. Tailored to your desires. For me it's by a rainforest, somewhere I've only read about. Mei and Conor come in together, laughing about something.

"What's so funny?", I stand up.

"Oh nothing, just Conor's brother tried to get his first denotatio yesterday and as soon as the blade hit him, he said he couldn't do it.", Mei smiles and hands a piece of paper to me. "That's the list of things we need to do on your birthday Aura"

I look at the list and roll my eyes, "You want to get another denotatio?"

Conor pats my shoulder "We can all get one and show my brother how it's done"

I sigh, "I guess I could get one on my other arm, anyways do either of you have history this morning". Conor nods his head but Mei shakes hers. We all walk to our years common room and sit talking about where they're going to get their denotatios.

Denotatios are these special markings you get as you grow up. You can get your first one when you turn 10 and your last before you die. They tend to show off something you've accomplished, or a memory you cherish. Or just something to do with an ancestor. Problem is you can't decide what they look like. The blade the craftsmen use, creates a pattern or design which represents a memory, and when you look at it under a certain light, you can see what is represents. They're really complex and something I'm interested in. However we've only touched off that subject in history.

I have two already. One looks like a tree made out of straight lines on my back, which represents my family's diversity, but also showing I have my own kind too. Then one of my left arm, which is a small line of planets, which represents the first time I ever looked through a telescope. They're both a weakness and strength the more you have, but again, it's complicated. Conor and I walk to history and open the door, everyone sits down waiting for the teacher to come in. A tall, dark skinned man walks through the office door and everyone looks around.