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by Lotta Bangs




  ISBN: 978-1-311360-82-3

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  Copyright 29 June 2015 by Lotta Bangs

  edited 29 October 2015

  Cover by Willsin Rowe @coverageart

  Taj’s Early Years 62,500 words

  Parts of this book were originally published in Getting to Galen Copyright 18 October 2012

  Cover title fonts: Benjamin, Calligraph Script Semibold

  Dedicated to my dear fannish friend Peter Mackay, who inspired me to make the other books in the series as they are.

  I hope you get to read them where you are now, Peter, or perhaps in the next life.

  Also dedicated in homage to James Cameron, whose creation

  Dark Angel, inspired me to start writing, though a lot of the basic ideas existed in my imagination long before. Thank you.

  However, my characters wouldn’t obey and play nice.

  They each went their own twisted way.

  I think that proved for the best.

  Acknowledgements:

  My thanks

  to Ashleigh Willis and Lerissa Marlin for veterinary advice.

  My thanks to the World Wide Web and especially to Wikipedia

  for many abstruse little pieces of information,

  And as always, my gratitude to

  the lovely, bossy but shy Amanda for useful editorial comments and for teaching me

  to paragraph properly.

  I am forever in your debt.

  Please note that the double caret quotation marks signify Maggie’s speaking through a physical computer or communication system. The sideways-V’s denote telepathy. Double asterisks are for silent ear-bone communication, and mixed asterisks and quotes are for spoken ear-bone communication.

  As Taj is American, I use US spelling for her story which is written in an informal journal form, except that I refuse to use any of the really execrable spellings that have sneaked into Webster’s in recent years.

  The Power of Love Part 1

  Approaching Galen 1:

  Taj’s Early Years

  Table of Contents

  The Power of Love 1: Approaching Galen 1:

  Taj’s Early Years: Book 2 Taj

  Chapter 1 Breakout

  Chapter 2 What Mother Taught me

  Chapter 3 Taj’s Early Life

  Chapter 4 Reaching Fermina

  Chapter 5 Becoming Alessandra

  Chapter 6 First Day at the US Embassy

  Chapter 7 Second Day at the Embassy

  Chapter 8 Trying to be Normal

  Chapter 9 Branching Out

  Chapter 10 Meeting Armando

  Chapter 11 New Partner & Assistants

  Chapter 12 First Breakthroughs

  Chapter 13 Discovering Treasure

  Chapter 14 Upgrading the second Dojo

  Chapter 15 Upgrading the third Dojo

  Chapter 16 Paul’s Sisters Join

  Chapter 17 Empowering Battered Women

  Chapter 18 Opening the Fourth Dojo

  Chapter 19 Planning Ahead

  Chapter 20 Buenos Aires Dojo

  Chapter 21 Bringing in Emil

  Chapter 22 Fighting Julius

  Chapter 23 A Declaration of Sorts

  Chapter 24 Planning the French Dojo

  Chapter 25 Expanding the Curriculum

  Chapter 26 Enlarging my Empire

  Chapter 27 The French Dojo

  Chapter 28 Dareau

  Chapter 29 A Snub & Honors

  Chapter 30 The Devastating Blow

  Author’s Note

  The Power of Love Part 1

  Approaching Galen 1

  Taj’s Early Years

  Book 2 Taj

  Chapter 1

  Breakout

  It was our grins that made Ryger suspicious. Ava caught that too, smiled even more widely, her teeth flashing brilliantly in her sooty face as she stepped forward, saluted smartly and said: “Platoons A, B and C all present and almost correct sir!” As if we had been amused by our lack of uniform.

  We were all dressed in motley. Some wore boots, others sports shoes. Jeans or track pants and sweaters had been hastily pulled on over pajamas, all topped with unzipped regulation, puffy down coats.

  The younger children with less control, their eyes watering tracks down their smoke-blackened faces, held the coat flaps over their noses to breathe through.

  Ryger wasn’t fooled and aimed his fancy, non-regulation, pearl-handled Colt .45 directly at her. “Commander, take the company back to the dormitory.”

  We had come so close—along the endless wide institutional corridor of our wing, past the smoke-obscured wired glass windows set high in the outer wall. Cameras couldn’t see through thick smoke any better than ordinary humans and we had ensured the few gas masks were misplaced.

  Holding onto each other, we had pressed blindly through the roiling smoke, glad of its density, relying on it to keep the unaugmented officers at bay. Now, having turned the last corner before the exit we could smell freedom and the blessed outdoor freshness.

  The acrid smoke swirled out through the open doors behind Colonel Ryger—open only so he could breathe and see us with the electricity off—and Ryger had only one officer with him, Eddie Richards, holding a powerful torch on us.

  We had worried the doors might be locked, hence my fire ax.

  “But sir, the quarters are full of smoke. Everything’s wet. We put out a small fire, but there’s still smoke coming in from somewhere. We’ll be damaged. The whole building could go up in flames at any moment.”

  “You’ll recover. Take them back. That’s an order, Commander.”

  Before he finished speaking, Ava reached out her arms and gave Evan and me a little push away from her.

  Ryger shot her as Evan heaved the extinguisher he carried at Eddie’s head and I flung my fire ax at Ryger, aiming low, as even in my rage I couldn’t bear to destroy this man who had tried to make me into a killer.

  Though I had never thrown an ax before, I am naturally left handed, and the blade bit satisfactorily deep into the side of Ryger’s right knee.

  He crumpled almost as fast as Ava had.

  The company poured after Evan and out the door.

  Lim collected Richards’ torch on his way.

  To ease her passing, I sent a great gush of love to Ava, pushed up my sleeves and quickly emptied her coat of items that might give away our plans.

  Her weak return love flare, using her little remaining strength, broke me up.

  I immediately took a grip on my feelings and buried them deep. This was not the time for weakness.

  She’d been hit high in the heart area, possibly in the aorta, as the blood spurted extravagantly.

  I grabbed the metal hip flask she’d dropped, booted Ryger’s jaw hard as I went past, feeling the bones shatter, and fled after the last stragglers.

  I wiped Ava’s blood off my hands, the flask and the plastic-wrapped packages in a slushy pile of dirty snow before transferring them to my own capacious inner pockets.

  Still sending Ava love, I raced to the nearest of our two predetermined crossing areas, almost midway between the two outer gates. That one was the least accessible to vehicles.

  * * *

  I saw little 6-year-old Cass, easily recognizable by her bright blonde curls. She was being dragged along by a guard, so quickly that she could not keep on her feet.

  It was an obvious trap.

  Vene was approaching carefully, using all available
cover.

  She knew I would help, broke into the open, and feinted with a kick to the captor’s knee, before springing up and slicing the side of her hand across his nose, shattering it.

  When his companion leapt out, gun drawn, I had my sling ready, shot first at his gun hand and then his temple, knocking him unconscious.

  As Vene freed Cass I retreated.

  Neither of us was prepared for the third guard who grabbed Vene.

  Cass skedaddled.

  Evan approached from behind the guard and jumped onto him so he lost his grip on Vene as he fell, but managed to grab and cuff Evan.

  Vene raced after Cass.

  I slung two stones at the guard and knocked him out.

  I collected all my thrown stones and found the guard’s key-ring, but somehow Evan had already broken the cuffs.

  We fled together, finding Lim and Vene again, waiting outside the wire. Our group ran together for a while.

  We stopped to don our primitive overshoes—three simple large ovals of rabbit or other furs, worn fur-side-out and laced tightly though holes cut in the edges. These spread our weight over a wider area, disguising and softening our footprints as moccasins do, but more so.

  I shared out Ava’s water, stones and furs, keeping the smallest, giving Lim the middle-sized pair and Evan the largest. I kept Ava’s sling too. Then we separated and ran alone.

  * * *

  It was at the end of winter and cold, with mushy snow on the ground. The thaw had already started and streams were moving again.

  Our hair was near its maximum permitted length and we had prepared well.

  I wore boots, jeans and a fleecy cotton top, with a cotton blanket wrapped and belted around my body under my knee-length nightdress. The unzipped, puffy jacket camouflaged my extra bulk while appearing to have been grabbed in a hurry.

  I also had 3 very large, heavy-duty, black plastic, garden waste bags, 2 coils of nylon rope, 2 flat metal water canteens, 5 small bottles of water and some packaged food in the many inside pockets. There were also dark-colored spare clothes and eight rounded stones for my sling.

  The Clan of the Cave Bear had been my favorite book. Circulated by one of the medics, the author described how to scrape and cure animal skins and then make slings.

  On the internet you can clearly see the shape of a sling, much longer than you’d expect, in pictures of the statue of David.

  We’d all secretly made our own and practiced every chance we had.

  Each of us had learned Ayla’s trick of throwing two stones in rapid succession. I and three of the others could now throw four stones fairly quickly, with great force and accuracy.

  * * *

  I had slept well the previous night, so could run for two days or more before tiring.

  We all knew to avoid the main roads, to orient by the stars. Mostly, I followed deer trails where possible—a trick we had learnt from the TY6s, which the officials hopefully knew nothing about.

  I ran through the forest, staying in the mountains inside the trees. I avoided snow fields where I would have left tracks visible from the air.

  Each time I stopped to reconnoiter, I sent out more love to everybody to encourage them to keep going.

  Nobody answered, but they may just have been too busy or out of breath.

  Finding a fast narrow waterway, I stripped off my upper garments.

  I bunched stuff into the coat pockets, wrapped that around me over the blanket, with the tripled plastic bags over the lot. I tied these tightly under my armpits, wrapping the ends of the plastic several times around the pre-stretched nylon ropes.

  I used yoga techniques to lengthen and narrow my chest, emptying my lungs as hard as possible to get the ropes tight enough to keep everything inside dry.

  Only my naked arms, shoulders and head were free.

  The bank was rocky. I didn’t need to worry about slide marks, so sat down and eased myself carefully into the gelid water. It was less of a shock than expected, now I had cooled in the freezing wind.

  I swam downstream, drinking delicious mouthfuls freely until I found I needed frequent bladder breaks. These necessitated getting out of the water and the bags, not fun in the arctic gusts.

  I collected several dozen pretty rounded gemstones, mostly agates and chalcedony, in one sheltered bay.

  The safest way to avoid leaving footprints was to grab hold of an overhanging branch or several, to pull myself up into a tree. I would urinate down the other side or from an adjacent tree before rewrapping and diving in again.

  This wasted so much time I was more sparing with the drinks afterwards, though I collected three more lots of attractive stones. Gemstones are even harder than ordinary pebbles, but easier to explain away.

  Occasionally I needed to descend to defecate. There is always a good space under the pine branches, where I used a stick to dig a small hole among the rotting old pine needles and covered it to keep away flies.

  The air trapped inside the bags and jacket down aided my buoyancy and would reveal any leaks quickly, though I had no way to patch them. The blanket, clothes and hard exercise kept most of me warm enough for comfort, and the cotton blanket wicked away my sweat.

  To avoid tearing the bags I had to swim like a fish, keeping both legs together and moving them up and down. This propelled me faster than my arms could manage alone, and became easier as I grew accustomed to the movement.

  When I grew really tired I took a big drink of river water, again climbed up into a tree, stripped and urinated. Climbed down again for a good wash, wrapped up warmly, ate some food, and tied myself into a branch fork, sending love to my friends and my love fountain until I fell asleep. The love fountain was the only one who reciprocated.

  My bladder usually woke me after three hours and I would set out again.

  I noticed each time I climbed out that the climate had grown much warmer and the trees had changed. There were fewer evergreens and more bare deciduous trees which were easier to climb into.

  Also the river water was now dirtier, so I had to use my bottled store.

  I spent some time one afternoon making a small smokeless fire, boiling up water in my metal canteens and decanting it into plastic bottles swirled in the river water to prevent their warping. Iodine would have worked better, but we hadn’t scored any.

  The river must have been flowing southwards sometimes, not just east as I had judged.

  But it’s easy to get directions confused when riding a current. That’s one reason so many people drown in rip tides.

  Chapter 2

  What Mother Taught Me

  Swimming becomes automatic after a while. I just plowed on through the water, arm over arm, legs kicking rhythmically, mind awhirl with memories and regrets.

  I was distressed at losing Ava. She had been the best of us. It was so unfair that she had died before we escaped. No child should die at only eight years. Neither should any child have to live as we had.

  At least, her last breaths were of clean air flowing through the open doors.

  Ava would probably have still been alive if I hadn’t passed on what my mother had taught me, but her leadership and sacrifice gave the rest of us the chance to live free.

  * * *

  I am Taj. My mother named me. Taj means ‘the finest, the very best of the best’. I have tried to live up to her expectations, but it has not been easy.

  She first spoke to me in utero, probably accentuating the spoken words with telepathy, so that I understood her clearly from the first.

  Mother always passed on her love and hopes for me. She told me about the world outside the wire—how beautiful and free it was, though dangerous too. And she warned me always to be very careful, to hide my abilities as much as possible. Not to show off what I could do until the other children could do the same things.

  But also not to be slower than the others, so I wouldn’t be left behind.

  And always to think carefully before speaking to the adults. To reveal as little
as possible about my friends or myself.

  My mother gave me practical advice as well: always to be aware of my surroundings and to look out for spies and listening devices. She explained how to network with the other children, to choose a strong leader, to form cells with different tasks. To keep a lookout, to spy on the adults who would be around us, to learn their plans. To be prepared.

  She said the grown-ups here weren’t loving people. We couldn’t expect anything but harshness from them. We should never trust any of them, because they didn’t care for me or the other children I would grow up with. But I did find one whom we could trust.

  I have many memories of my mother’s speaking to me, filling me with her love as she fed me her milk. She apologized for birthing me in such a terrible place where she would soon have to leave me. She told me she loved me and would never stop trying to get me back.

  And she said that someday we would be together again.

  My mother said my life here would be harsh and difficult. When things became too unbearable, I should remember her loving me. And try hard to love all my friends who also would be suffering. To teach them to love and be kind and supportive to each other.

  They too, had been taken from their mothers. So they also needed to be loved and comforted. She said that all children needed love to help them grow straight and true.

  We ourselves had to provide the love we needed for each other.

  She also said that I should remember that she would always love me. And that she would be outside in the world waiting for me.

  And then she was gone.

  Chapter 3

  Taj’s Early Life

  So I already understood language when I was born. But I didn’t speak until the other children in the nursery did. And I used only the sounds and words they spoke.

  For years afterwards I woke in the night, feeling my mother’s presence envelop me in her love. I heard her voice inside my head telling me once more that she loved me and that we would find each other again.

 

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