"Sometimes I will stand in the sun, and more often in someone's shadow," said one Lurionix, or more precisely Rokua Tko. The name of this position is derived from the ancient Sarah language, which means thinker. This position belongs to the Tarajak social group, the so-called nobility. They will be saved in the history of the world. Tarajak can only be born. A family with such a family member is extremely lucky. If someone from the second group comes up with something, it will be attributed to one of the higher ones. Thanks to acquaintances, they become great. Every day delicious, warm, delicious dishes etc. Service helps you at every turn. You are seen as a great master. You get everything you want. Robes made of soft-touch material. Various riches in your treasury. A house, or rather a large palace with the latest equipment. You live in the most convenient place on earth, the capital. Everything is very near. In addition, nearby your friends doing a big banquet every other day, after which you have a headache. A beautiful life. Tarajaki have fabulous life. My family has been immaculate nobility for generations, because everyone who was born had one black dot on one hand. Everyone met the requirements to become a nobility. A white, snowy face. Black dots on the outside of the hand. Eyes showing the explosion of the milky way neighboring our galaxy (I was there, because it is practically for a child like a regular zoo, i.e. available to everyone). On the ankle, a birthmark in the shape of a cup (for men) or a scepter (for women). However, all these signs were nothing important compared to the last. There were people who could not become Tarajak because they did not meet the last requirement. However, only those who do these tests know what's going on.

The day that now came was to decide if I was worthy to be the head of the Tko family. Today is the test. Am I Taraj or Soraj?

I remember that day. I walked slowly down the stairs in a light purple dress with a ribbon at my waist. I was wearing ballet shoes. Hair tied up in a bun decorated with diamonds. I Roa Tko had all the marks. Black dots on the hands, scepter on the ankle, white skin. Eyes in gold, purple, navy blue and red. Eight years old I stood in front of my parents. My stepfather always had a harsh expression on his face, and now he looked at me nervously. The black cloak covered his birthmark.

"Don't let us down, my daughter has, ”he said to me with a slight hoarseness. This is what I remember the most.

"Don't worry, daughter. Each of us was Tarajak. " my mother's sweet voice changed to nervous "Don't slouch girl "I straightened up quickly. She has always been a woman of manners and elegance. She even had the falcon's eyes when it came to any mistakes in appearance or manners.

My younger sister was currently playing with the babysitters. She was supposed to have tests in a year and like everyone else had all the signs. We headed towards the Bazalium where all tests take place.

I looked at the man who would decide my fate. At the very beginning he made a few circles around me. He looked into my eyes. I was shaking with nervousness. He touched the mark with his hand. He took my hands and closed my eyes. He was muttering strange and incomprehensible words to me. A small drop of sweat ran down my forehead. Seconds turned into minutes, minutes into hours. I swallowed more and more nervously with the silence of the elder.

"Soraj."- I didn't understand the word that came to me after a long moment. My world was gone and I was drowning in a sea of ​​some strange feeling. I felt like underwater. No voices reached me. What was it, what did I do wrong? I can improve myself, right? Truth?

"Next, please!" I left Bazalium on shaky legs. My parents should wait there. However, they did not wait. People were passing me by. They pushed to have it behind them. I heard nothing. I didn't hear conversations, vehicles arriving or departing. All I could hear was rain drops. Drip, drip, splash, tap, drip, splash ... The world has become more gray. They stopped looking with admiration, but with ... indescribable something on their faces. I began to feel small. Smaller and smaller. I think I was choking. I didn't care about the wet dress or the shattered hair. I felt a strange emptiness in my heart. Someone robbed me of the greatest thing in the world then. Families. But wouldn't a real family leave me. I guess. I took off my mud covered ballet shoes. I am Soraj. Homeless type. Nothing worth anything. Not even one kribla. I was eight at the time, and at that time I experienced the trauma that every Soraj has. Time to work without any awards. The time has stopped. At least for me. I don't know how much I stood there. Day. Night. Day. Night and day again. Time passed and passed, maybe not. Maybe I was in a hurry. I was totally disturbed. My outlook. Individual tears began to drip onto the pavement. I approached the wall and crouched. I was whining softly. When I suddenly heard a vehicle stop before me. I raised my head with little hope, but it went out. A man with a white beard got out. He had a coffee-colored hat with lots of milk on his head. He was dressed in a soldier's outfit. However, his shoes were brown with leather.

"Little where are your parents?" He said in a hoarse voice.

"I do not know. I think at home. ”Hearing my answer, he muttered something and put a cigar in his mouth. He blew.

" You had the test. "I think he was bored with this. "You come from an important family that has been flawless for generations, but you are the first flaw, right? "I nodded and soon I was about to start crying again. " You go with me." - He got up and opened the vehicle . I didn't know that he would be like a father to me later, but he would be so real. He taught me many useful things. Virtually everything I know.

My guardian's screams woke me up and I was very violent. It resulted in my falling out of bed.

"Get up! Working time! "my friend-dad-boss came through the door to my room. He looked at my hands wearing gloves. Stop wearing gloves.

"You know that I have dots on them."

"Many people have this sign, taraj-something, daughter, - he looked at me do not argue-with-old-man. I smiled at the older man. He received me when I was in disarray.

"I'm getting up well, old man." My smile increased. I loved my job, my new home and my new family. This is my life. Life that I like, love and love. An adventurous life. The life in which I work in this restaurant outside my window. I didn't care what was happening to my biological family. My sister was a 100% tarajak and I saw her often with others. She played the role of the eldest daughter of the Tko family. However, after the death of his parents, he would not be the head of the family because I had a brother, actually two. One older by seven years and the other by five. Luo Tko served as adviser to the ruler, and the younger, i.e. Julu Tko, became the commander of the army from Fleont and has already had hundreds of battles. In addition to them, I had an even younger sister Kala (born five years after me) and a fusa named Huk. Unfortunately, the difference in characters divided us. Luo always serious often quarreled with Julu, who was a lively boy. Jaria, on the other hand, was a reflection of our mother. Kala was pampered by her father, who literally got everything she wanted because she was a little princess. The bang was to be my friend, the only one. However, the nature of the grounds was treacherous. Wise animals sought benefits for themselves everywhere. In history, they stood by the powerful Tarajaki, and maybe that creature did not take me seriously. Because I was born as a middle child, I became as created by my parents. They compared me to my older brothers.

" "Bad!" My mother scolded me again. My history lesson was now taking place, and my parent was just asking me more questions. She was shaking her head again and again.

"When was the population divided and for what? " the questions came most from the beginning of our civilization and also concerned famous stars.

"She was divided into ..." I stood before her with a straight face. I looked for answers in my memory, but she was deeply buried. I saw that we were divided into Tarajaki and Soraje. However, I didn't know what it was called in anger. "It happened in a year ..." A dark-haired woman punched my cheek. Visibly impatient, she purred softly under her breath.

"Luo always answered me well. Why is she so ..." I wasn't talented with wisdom like my brother who was seven years older. She thought I didn't hear those words. "

"- Again!" The dance teacher said in a loud voice. A tall man with a pointed big nose looked resignedly at me. "Come on! One! Two, three ... One! Two three ... and a bow. " Step left and right, a nod. "No! Bad!" Nervous, he stood up and showed me the movements again. He moved smoothly and beautifully. I knew he was me as a mentally disabled person. I had bubbles on my feet. they opened and my father came in with Julu, who was humming a tune.

" Hello, Wivo. How's my daughter doing? " I guessed that my father didn't care much that I was tired, I was supposed to dance perfectly.

" Lataf, elbirrete, my friend. He dances so stiffly and without feeling and I'm almost sure that rea dreah tnahpe in hoddlih. " I guessed perfectly what he was saying about me. These were definitely not nice words. Wivo often twisted words into his language. However, I didn't care at the time because I was all red. I was ashamed. Tko's head just clutched at her temple.

" Julu, help my sister. " said came up to me and we started dancing. My brother swam on the dance floor when I rolled over and over again. Julu was always more talented. "You should follow his example! " "

I hated the lessons that didn't teach me anything, because did I need a dance now, or when did Fleont arise and when did the war start there?

Definitely. No.

"Faster," my guardian reminded himself, and I grinned. This is my life. A life I love.

Ready I left my room. Opening the door, I already heard my guardian's clients, namely Skutz. I met him two red moons ago, twenty years ago. The buzz of conversations blew my ears several times. Today was day after day off so many creatures came to eat something. The bar was called "Allofi", which meant "former love of" in the figurine style.

- Zar norakam .- the first Gorafikan from a noble family spoke to me, but his clothes did not indicate this, but his voice. He pronounced the longer characteristic "a" next to "ar" and "ra". He want number 23 of list.

It is possible that He is trying to write a novel about Soraj, and I say so because in his hand he holds a pen with an emblem (such objects are only real Tarajak, and they receive them after tests) and has a stain of purple ink that is used to describe Soraj and so on. For us purple means shame, death and misery. I quickly gave the order to zrahuk, our chef. Today was Loria's day. The third millennium of the sun burst in the next galaxy. A holiday celebrated in honor of the victims of the explosion. Some said that there were life forms on that blue planet. So-called man. However, these are just legends, fairy tales told to children.

The grunt cleared my thoughts. I raised my head in surprise and looked around. Rifars stood to my right. My friend's blue hair fell on his dark forehead and long lashes surrounded his eyes. The pink lips formed a smile. From birth, he worked with the armed master, Farame. With the sword in his hands he moved smoothly, quickly and aggressively. I liked the life of Sorajak. I didn't care that I offended my family. I lived among real friends, my friends whom I love.

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