Broken Code E-Book

Raginmund

• Herausgeber: Books on Demand
• Kategorie: Fantasy und Science-Fiction
• Serie: Broken Code
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2023

Seitenzahl: 815

Beschreibung

A family adopts an orphan and then learns - that she is a priest-princess of another hidden culture. Two worlds coming together. High technology and ancient Mystic culture. Enter in a different world of fantasies, Emotions, unexpected secrets and take you part with in you own world in your heart. A different World but still today.

Leseprobe

Georgia, Airport Control Tower:

"Help! Mayday, Mayday, need help urgently. No!

Aaah."

“Who was that and where?” asked the airport commander.

“I don't know, it was a private plane. The pilot asked for asylum for himself and his family with a child. They must have been over the coast of Chamberland Island.”

“Jack, why don't you call the district sheriff and ask them to start a search right away. Some of them may have survived.”

“Zack, there's someone on the phone saying that a plane crashed near us at Chamberland Island!” the secretary called the sheriff back on the way home.

“Sure, Friday's joke, for the weekend – give me this stupid idiot,” Zack replied angrily.

It was Friday and he was late. Paperwork had forced him to stay in the office until nine o'clock in the evening.

He took the phone. "Yes, Sheriff Walton. ...

Where? ... My boys won't be happy. ... Sure again, such an immigrant. Everybody come to America!

Let them all come, then let them stay here and we will change to their countries and have the rest of the world for us! ... Yes, sure – where, you say?

… Damn, that's in the water! Sarah, call the boys to come here, I expect everyone in half an hour, everyone!”

He dialed another number on the phone.

“Yes, it's me, Zack. I have a crash report. Can you help us with a boat? ... Yes, I will be with you guys in three quarters of an hour, ”he said, looking at the clock and hung up.

“Damn, I hate that. Sarah, please call the hospital to send us a helicopter there.”

“Okay – Zack, Jeff's mom asks if he can't stay with his daughter, she's in the hospital.”

“Yes, certainly leave him with his little one and tell good recovery from me.”

The men came to the office, listened to Zack's report and drove to the coast where the water police were waiting.

“We have two boats already searching.”

"Thank you. Damn, where's the helicopter?”

“Tom, they found the plane, the divers are already down!” told the boat captain loudly.

“Well, then at least I can send my boys home.

Shall we look?” asked Zack.

"Yeah, let's go."

“Patty, let the boys go home, they found it.

Thanks."

They got on the speedboat and left. Arriving at the search boat, Zack asked, “And, some survivors?”

“A girl, but they have to cut her out. There's another woman and a man on the plane, but they're dead.”

“Shit, why can't they stay home,” Zack said. He did not like immigrants at all. Two divers came up in the water with a girl. She was full of plastic bag scraps. She was blonde, with deep black eyes, and her skin was very tanned.

“What do we have here, a plastic bag package?”

asked Zack, convinced that the parents wanted to smuggle the girl in a plastic bag.

“No, she was not stupid, she held a plastic bag over her head, so she got air even longer.”

They took the girl and helped the two divers up on the boat.

“Tell those in the helicopter to drop a bed, we have a girl for them!” Tom shouted to the radio operator. The helicopter picked up the girl and flew straight to the hospital.

A doctor waited for her and immediately took her to radiology.

“Give her oxygen,” the doctor said to the assistant, placing the girl on the table for scanning. The assistant also immediately came with an oxygen bottle and other utensils and put on the mask. The nurse started working on the scan ring.

“The legs are okay, let's look at her pelvis,” said the doctor, looking at the computer, to the sister.

She then drove the scanning ring to the girl's pelvis.

“I get a uprising of breathing and pulse!” shouted the assistant.

“Marie, hold her hand and speak to her calmly.

But I need the scanner over her chest now.” The scanner moved slowly over her chest.

“Hold her left hand, her heart is going to the right.

Breath and pulse?”

“They're fine, but I have thirty-eight degrees of body temperature.”

„… "What is that, a wound just disappeared, ”Marie said in shock.

"I saw it..."

The girl suddenly opened her eyes and had a cough. Marie took off the oxygen mask.

"Tagie jaga da kael de i, jerams taba ..."

“What?” the doctor asked, and they looked at each other.

The girl stopped talking and tried to free herself from the bracket at the table. The doctor covered her with a blanket and loosened the ligaments from her legs, gently pressing on her chest with one hand and loosening the bandages on her wrists.

“You still have to lie down.”

“Please, I want to go to my mom, Pleeeease.” She began to cry.

“What's your name?” asked the doctor. She didn't respond.

“Look, we have to see that everything is fine with you. I think you know I'm a doctor.”

“Kari deveja kasteweka ta ...”

“Stop, stop, we don't understand that.”

But she did not answer and the doctor began to sweat.

“My name is Marie …”

“Hi, my name is Tatjana – are my daddy and mommy d…” She broke off in crying.

“Tatjana, I – I don't know how to say it…– it was too late.”

“How old are you?” the doctor asked.

"Ocho."

"Spanish?"

“Sorry,” she said sadly. “Huit.”

“Well, that was French, so eight,” Marie translated.

“How many languages can you speak?” asked the doctor.

“Five,” she said quietly.

“Hey, that's fantastic. – All right, let's put it this way, I have a little scan to do, and if that's okay, you can have some food if you want. Yes?"

“No, not again, please.”

“Doctor, she's getting a high pulse again,” said the assistant.

"Tatjana,..." The doctor gently pushed the girl back onto the table. “Tatjana, we just need to take a few more pictures of your head. Please, be a good girl, or I'll have to tie you up again. It didn't hurt, or did it?”

“I'm holding your hand, ok?” asked Marie, taking her hand. Her resistance broke off, but she was still crying, and when the ring began to turn again, she shrugged.

"Unbelievable." The doctor stared at the computer in amazement.

“Okay, we're done, I think it's all alright – I think.

You can get up, Tatjana.”

“I have to go on toilette – where are my things?”

she asked disturbed.

Marie gave her her clothes. “But they're still wet.”

But she was not to be discouraged from dressing.

“We had to cut your undershirt, I'm sorry,” the doctor interjected.

“Hey, you have a pretty tattoo on your left upper arm,” Marie remarked.

“My mother says the gods gave it to me.”

“What, the gods?” smiled the doctor.

“Please, I must …” Tatjana said, putting on her black jeans and nervously trying to close the buttons of her white blouse as she walked barefoot to the door.

“You can't walk around here barefoot.”

“I, I can …”

Marie took her on her arm. “I see,” she said and went to the toilets.

“What did you see – on the photos of her head?”

the assistant asked.

“Huh, I can't say everything yet, there is still a lot to evaluate, but who has processed the genes.

Totally crazy! The iris you see, the deep black, seems to be for the daytime only. Also the possibility of bending, after the computer she should be able to see like an eagle. The other iris – wait … should be able to see like a cat at night.”

“Maybe she's an alien.”

“Yeah, sure, then don't let her make a phone call, it can be expensive.”

“Okay, but what do you think, should we report it?”

“Then I can cut her open right away. No, let's wait and see.”

“Nooo, I can't get my pants open.”

“Wait, I'll help you, that's because she's still wet.”

Marie opened her pants and pulled them down, but it was already too late, it was already running through her panties. Shocked and with her eyes wide open, Tatjana stood motionless. Then she began to cry and tremble with fear.

"I, I, I'm sorry, I didn't want to, I, I ..."

Marie tried to calm her. "That can happen sometimes."

“But I, I …” She had to take a deep breath to keep talking despite of crying. “I'm almost nine …”

“But you were also afraid before, it can happen even to adults.”

As she was still trembling, Marie took off her jeans and panties and washed her gently. Then she took off her coat and wrapped it around Tatjana.

Marie took the still trembling Tatjana in her arms and went back.

“But if she is an alien and dangerous …”

“I'm not an alien and I'm not dangerous, I'm also cleaning the toilet.” She broke off and began to tremble again.

“Okay, okay,” the doctor tried to calm her down.

“What does she mean, clean the toilet?”

“Well, I was too slow, she couldn't hold it anymore,” Marie replied.

“Ah,” he waved and grinned. “You don't have to be afraid, I'll tell the cleaning lady.”

"- No, I..." She was anxiously trying to free herself from Marie's arms. Marie couldn't hold her anymore and she fell hard on the floor.

AAU. Tatjana clenched her teeth and took a deep breath.

The doctor stopped her at the door, squatted in front of her and said in a calm tone, “I'm not going to tell her who it happened to and you don't want to go without pants.”

She quickly picked up the fallen coat and wrapped herself in again. The doctor took a blanket out of the closet and gave it to Tatjana, saying, “Sorry, Marie needs the coat again.”

She gave the coat back to Marie, took the blanket and calmed down.

“All right, I'll look for some pants for you,” Marie said and wanted to leave.

Tatjana moaned and tried to hold on to Marie.

She paused. “But I have to have one …”

“No, it's all right, take her with you,” the doctor interrupted, “for now I have enough of the photos in the computer.”

Marie took Tatjana. “Well, we have to look for shoes for you too, come on.”

She picked her up again and went to the wardrobe room of the hospital. There she placed Tatjana on a chair next to the wardrobe, opened the doors and began to search. “Well, let's see.”

Suddenly it banged and the cupboard door between her and Tatjana slammed into her side.

The girl had fallen against the door with fatigue and immediately began to cry with shock and pain.

“Oh no, I'm sorry, I should have thought earlier that you actually belong in bed. It's late and you're tired. I'll put you to bed and give you the things tomorrow.”

Marie put her in a room with another girl, wrapped her from the blanket and covered her.

She had already fallen asleep in Marie's arm and now just turned to her side and pulled her legs in.

“I will write the report later, Kurt should see tomorrow,” said the doctor.

An hour later, the emergency light of the girl with whom Tatjana was in the room lit up. Marie and the assistant rushed to the room. When they opened the door, a strong heat wave came to meet them. The girl sat on her bed with the bell button in her hand.

Tatjana was still asleep, but uncovered, sheet and blouse were wet, sweaty, and her hair and face dripped with water. She stretched out her arms and legs…

“Jesus, God!” the assistant called and turned on the light.

"AAH" Tatjana screamed. "My eyes!" She pressed the pillow against her face.

The three of them startled together. “She's weird,” said the other girl.

He tried to lift the pillow up to look, but she developed an unexpectedly strong force and held the pillow tight. Then he looked at the thermometer and swallowed. “Thirty-five degrees, Jeeesus, out there its only twenty-eight in the sun.”

“Okay, Tatjana, I'm going to turn off the light and turn on the little one above the mirror. Then we can see if your eyes are okay, okay?” Marie said.

She changed the light and slowly and gently took off the pillow. In the pillow and at the slits of the eyes, were blood and her eyes were full of tears.

“Is the pain going?” she asked.

“Kasa jeakla sterchmai...”

“Uh, I'm sorry, please?” Marie asked.

"Yes."

“Okay, I'm going to turn the fan up and turn the lights off, then keep sleeping!”

It was five o'clock in the morning and the sun was already sending its first rays into the room of the two girls. From their beds, individual strips of rainbow could be seen, on the mirror, above the sink. The heat in the room and the morning freshness coming through the window had conjured up a thin film of dew water on the not quite leveled mirror.

Tatjana looked around the room. It was simply equipped. The beds were placed on each wall side, about a meter apart, but could be rolled up.

On the inside of the two beds was a small bedside cabinet with two open compartments, on the wall side and headboard were many connection options with a screen. The screen above her was turned on. She read what the screen said. “Body 98 F - Room 90 F - Pulse 110 alternating to 109 or 111” - and a small dot drew a funny, yet monotonous line.

She looked at Melanie, who was still asleep. She was a girl with long, shiny, white hair. Her face, however, suggested distant African descent and her skin was slightly brown. Tatjana estimated her to be about twelve years old.

Opposite was a table on which stood a glass vase with various flowers. She felt sorry for them, because the water looked slightly green-brown.

She removed the cable from her left forearm, which immediately gave the effect of a soft beep on the screen. The numbers and the line were gone. She went to the table and put on her panties, which hung freshly washed over the chair at the table, and took the vase. She emptied the water into the sink when suddenly the door opened and she was very frightened.

“Good morning, young lady, up so early, in the day.”

“Leka nejah – sorry, the flowers have made me feeling sorry, they need fresh water, otherwise they have to…” She began to cry and breathe quickly.

“You don't have to cry, it's okay.” But Tatjana thought of her parents and cried because of them.

“If you have given them water, you can try again – to sleep on.”

“But it's already day, the sun is already shining.”

“Oh girl, you can sleep here as long as you like, breakfast doesn't come until nine o'clock.”

It was another –well rounded but nice – sister.

She had no idea what the effect might be of what had just been said. Tatjana had not eaten for a long time and the word “breakfast” gave a striking signal to her stomach.

“But if I can sleep as long as I want, I don't have to sleep anymore if I don't want to. Until nine o'clock it is still soooo long. I didn't eat anything yesterday and my stomach hurts.”

Now the other girl woke up from the conversation. “Is there breakfast yet? I feel like it's still in the middle of the night.”

“No Melanie, your new roommate is just awake and I told her you could still sleep.”

“Oh no, please.” Melanie turned around again and covered her ears with the pillow.

“All right, then I'll take you to the restaurant, then you can eat a little something, but remember, there's still breakfast.”

Tatjana put on her jeans and then wanted to go.

“Don't forget your shoes.”

“They're not mine, but they're probably still wet.”

“I think Marie put these there for you, until yours are dry again.”

“But they're all white when they get dirty, by mistake, and I'll never get them clean again.”

The nurse breathed in astonishment. She didn't expect that answer from a little girl.

“Look – what's your name?” The nurse looked at the monitor. “Tatjana, they're probably from a give a way for kids like you and you might be able to keep them too.”

That calmed her down and she put on her casual shoes. Then, on the way to the inn, she asked, “Who gave the shoes?”

“Oh Tatjana,” said the sister, smiling, “I don't know, any donor.”

“Then I can't even say thank you to him?” she asked sadly.

“No,” the nurse replied, placing her arm on Tatjana's shoulder. She had won her heart, the attitude not to just take the things and – what had become all too rare – to want to thank for it, she liked.

When the two entered the restaurant, Tatjana was frightened and wanted to run out. The nurse held her, squatted in front of her and asked, “Hey, Tatjana, what is it?”

But she only complained and spoke excitedly quickly in her mother tongue, which the nurse did not understand.

“You have to say you're protecting her, otherwise she'll die of fear if you keep her here,” said an old native man who sat alone at a table drinking his coffee.

"Doe you understand her?"

“Not good, she speaks very quickly, a few words resemble an old dialect of my people. But I think she says she doesn't want to die and something or someone want to kill her.”

“Tatjana, no one is doing anything to you here, it's a hospital.”

The Indian drank his coffee and went to the girl, who did not calm down. “Tatjana, there is no evil spirit here – well, and I'll stay here to protect you.”

Covered as if by an invisible shield, she became quite silent and looked at him in wonder – with wide eyes. After a few seconds, she held her left hand closed, with some distance in front of her in the middle. Her forearm pointed horizontally to the right, with her hand turned vertically. A few inches in front of the left arm, she stroked down gently with her right arm in the same posture. The Indian smiled and nodded contentedly.

“What is it?” the nurse asked without understanding.

“She called me brave, which means she agrees.”

Tatjana made other signs, on which the Indian looked around.

“She's afraid of the soldier, she says where one is, there will be more soon.”

At a table sat a soldier whose right hand was in the bandage.

“Honey, he won't hurt you.”

They went to the self-service and she took a package of sandwiches and an apple.

“Don't you want a drink?” asked the nurse.

“The doctor only invited me to dinner yesterday, he didn't say anything about drinking. I have nothing to pay, everything was in the glider.”

“Airplane, those things are called airplane. Don't worry about it, you don't have to pay for it.”

“Just free???”

“This time, yes!"

the Bieper of the nurse soundet. “I'm sorry, a patient needs me. Can I leave you alone with the Indian for a while?”

Tatjana looked at him inquiringly. “What if he doesn't want me anymore?”

“I don't have anyone waiting for me here. I would be happy if you could join me or i mid stay with you.”

She nodded to the nurse and told the Indian in sign language that it was an honor for her.

“The honor is mine,” replied the old man.

After a while, when Tatjana said nothing more, the Indian began, “In my time, when I must have been about the same age as you, the ancients told a story they had of their ancients.”

Tatjana, who had finished eating and put the glass on her mouth to drink, putted down the glass again. She was often taught or entertained in such a way and did not want to miss anything from the words of the old Native.

“In the time when hunting was still hunting and no white man had yet settled the land, a small group of people came over the water. They were strong and their spells were strong. They didn't hurt us. Some of us had attacked them and treated them as intruders. Her priestess called only one panther, who killed those all. The rest remained unharmed. The panther was black and so fast, no spear, no arrow could hit him..."

It was nine o'clock and the man brought her back to her room.

“There you are, I thought you were out again,” Melanie greeted.

“Where?” asked Tatjana back.

“Out of the hospital.”

"I'm not sick."

“Yes, that's why you're here. You can tell me, I'm here because I've been drinking something wrong.

Was a soda bottle, there was just something else in it.”

“Didn't you notice?”

“Are you're kidding, I wouldn't be here, I'd be dead. This is what the doctor said.”

“Who wanted you to die?”

“No one, my mommy had done any cleaning in the bottle. She had put it on the table and I thought it was soda.”

“Your mom must have been shocked and cried.”

“I had to drink a lot, she actually only cried when the ambulance came.”

“Good morning ladies, breakfast, slept well?”

asked the nurse, who putted the breakfast on the table and a second chair at the table.

“Ugh, she's a blast furnace, she's heated the whole room.”

"Sorry."

“It's not that warm,” the nurse said, looking at the thermometer.

“She hasn't been in the room for quite a while and the fan is almost deadly - exhausted.”

“Well, you're going home this afternoon, your mother is coming at 2:00 pm.”

“Yeah, that's great, but then I have to swap the address with you.”

“I don't have an address anymore.”

“That's not possible, every child has an address,” Melanie replied.

“Well, that's not quite true, but Tatjana, you are also noted, will be picked up at 2 pm.”

Tatjana stopped eating. “But from whom?”

“From a woman from the social welfare office and a pediatrician. Okay, but now I have to keep working. See you later."

“I'm sorry about the children's home, but maybe you can visit us often, you'll like it.”

Tatjana was silent, now she felt abandoned by her parents. Not that she blamed them, but now she began to feel the loss more. Tears ran down her cheeks.

Because she didn't cry anymore, she just had silent tears. Her parents were the last she had seen of her people. She had been crying for days and nights, now everything seemed so far away.

Suddenly, exhausted, she fell from the chair.

Melanie was startled, ran to the bedside alarm button and pressed it as hard as if he had to jump out again on the other, connected side, ran into the corridor and stopped the first doctor passing by.

“Please, help her, please,” she pleaded, almost crying.

The doctor put Tatjana on the bed, felt her pulse and then just took off her shoes, looked at the protocol at the bedside and said, “Don't worry, she'll be fine, it was just a little bit much for her, let her sleep a little.”

A nurse entered. “You're already here – what happened?”

“Her body is a bit overworked, it's all right. I'll write it down.”

The doctor went out again and the nurse took off Tatjana's clothes except for the panties and covered her with the blanket. Then she took Tatjana's breakfast and Melanie's empty glass and plate and wanted to leave the room.

“What if she's hungry after she wakes up?”

“Then let me know, if there is enough time until noon, I will bring fresh.”

“I will tell the rescue team to get the plane out.

You can then have a report on Monday if that's enough, ”said Tom from the Coast Guard.

“Yes, no problem, you can take your time, I will go fishing with my father-in-law tomorrow afternoon anyway. I pass all this shit on to the social services and then off to the Savannah, my in-laws have a bungalow right on the river.”

“Yeah, damn, it seems to be a good weekend and I'm on duty.”

“Man, Tom, take it cool, grab a soda, think it's beer and hit the patrol boat deck. I mean, you don't have to drive, let yourself go. Tom, can't you ask your men if they don't find any of that girl? A little toy or something, if they get the other two out now?”

Tom looked at Zack in amazement, after all the scolding of foreigners, he wouldn't have expected that now.

“What? – I mean, she lost her parents, I mean, maybe …”

Tom went to the divers who were about to dive again and talked to one of them. When the divers showed up again and the two dead parents stowed away on the boat, a diver gave Tom a pink dolphin about fifty centimeters in size, turned it around and pointed to the underside of the tail - "wash in lukewarm water" “I think she'll be happy, kids always have something like a friend in stuffed animals,” Tom said thankfully.

“Well, Zack, how about this one?” Tom handed him the dolphin.

“Well, that's a big one, my dear man, if he doesn't help …”

They marked the spot with a signal buoy and dropped Zack back on land.

“Then until Monday and have a nice weekend, greet your wife.”

“Thanks, I'll do it, should I bring you one?”

"Bring me?"

“Fish, Tom, a fish.”

“No need, you know the weekend.”

“I heard the new guy snitched you at the boss that you were fishing.”

“He's on vacation, now the boss has ordered something for Sunday, of course we don't know about it.”

"Of course you don't." Zack waved a grin, got into the car and drove back to the office.

“Damn it, Betty, did you call my wife and tell her...?”

“Yes, I did,” the secretary called from the next room.

He scrambled on the desk.

“Damn, if you need anything! – Betty, what was the Social Services number again?”

"800 543 3 ..."

“Wait, wait."

“Shall I connect you?”

“Yes, thank you – what am I supposed to do if I don't have you, you're golden.”

“Find a secretary.”

“I'll never find someone like you.”

“Tell that to payroll accounting.”

“I have, I have, just wait …”

“Your call, Zack.”

Betty was a little surprised, it always took a while for Zack to talk about money and she just wanted to make a targeted, but still flabbergasted joke.

Now Zack had asked without her doing.

“Yes, Sheriff Walton, I have a jet crash here. Both parents dead, from a girl about six to seven years old – is in the hospital. Father has applied for asylum... What? Wait a second. He turned a kind of ID card back and forth. “Damn, who reads this shit?” Something about the military. "ID has no number, nothing. Can you at least take care of it so she can stay somewhere?... I don’t know... No, she only had a few scratches and was unconscious. Wait... Yes, most likely it is – forget it, they are hieroglyphics, no one writes this stuff anymore. I thought at least. Born, think it means, July 12, 974 -3. Suppose they had a third time or something. Just wondering how that fits with ours. Looks like an ordinary bank card on the back. Looks quiet interesting. Instead of a photo, there is a hologram. The parents still have the sex sign on the left in the hologram, by the girl in the sign are three black hieroglyphics. On the back is engraved in three languages, and I think these signs mean this too. "Do protect children, they are your future" engraved behind it a pendulum scale, one side hanging down, with a bleeding sword and a man divided into seven pieces. Suppose that was the expectation of the one who did not follow it. Would I sometimes wish, when I think of the abused children, especially the eyes out, hands off and genitals off, as it looks here, chopped out with a triangle upwards. Especially the head last.

… - What? … Ah, I'm sorry, of course. That's actually all.. The plane will be taken out tomorrow. When?... Mmm, okay, but point ten, ten minutes later, and I'm gone. It's my free weekend and I've been planning it for a long time.”

Social Office, Department of Children.

“Yes, good evening, Mrs. Sennten from the Social Office, Children's Department. I got a call that a girl was brought in by a plane crash. I don't know, the sheriff who handed me the case couldn't figure out the name, but she must be between six and seven years old, he said. Yes that fits. ... What about her health status?... Well, that's like a miracle… All right, I'll see what I can do. I will call you back.”

She hung up and dialed a new number.

“Yes, good evening, Mrs. Sennten from the Social Office, Children's Department. I am okay, thanks and how are you? ... Listen, I need your help, I have an orphan, about six to seven years old, is in the hospital, but since she is not sick, well, you know. Yes ... No. ... As usual, in such cases...

Yes, great, when can we pick her up? … "Ok that sounds good. .. Plane crash today, both parents have died …”

“Good afternoon, Sheriff Walton, from the plane crash that came in yesterday,” the sheriff introduced himself at the hospital enrollment.

“What is the patient's name?”

"I'm sorry, i don't know. A girl, about six to seven years old. She should have arrived here by 11pm.”

“Wait a minute, I'll check. – I have a girl here, Tatjana, family name unknown, can that be?”

“Yes, it would have to be her when she arrived yesterday at this time.”

“She's in room 203, but I have a note here that she only speaks English if she wants to be understood and is not too excited or nervous.”

He went to the door of room 203 and knocked.

“Come in,” Melanie replied.

Tatjana had woken up and was drinking a cocoa.

The sheriff came in. “Hi, Tatjana, how are you today?”

She didn't respond.

“Look who I brought you,” he said, pulling out the dolphin.

“Ajana, kaseram tierast…” she spoke to the dolphin, forgetting everything for a while.

He just wanted to leave, but then she said, “Thank you.”

“What's his name?” asked Zack.

“Ajana is a SHE,” she said indignantly, opening a Velcro on her stomach and taking out a baby dolphin. Showing the dolphin baby, she said, “And this is Delphy.”

“Oh, I'm sorry,” he replied childishly. “We didn't even see that.”

“It's ok, my mom showed me, after six weeks, so that the sugar stick from the baby dolphin wasn't completely broken before I ate it. Now we have swapped, I have eaten his and he has mine.”

“Well, that looks like an good trade to me,” the sheriff said, and Melanie started laughing.

“Okay, I have to go now, but maybe we'll see each other again, see you later, okay?”

"Thanks."

At 2 pm Melanie's mother came with her friend, they lived in a shared House. Melanie's mother looked like a Sunday child on whose birthday all the color was sold out. She had light white hair and also the skin gave hardly any signs of any pigments. The girlfriend, on the other hand, seemed to be a real Native woman. They both wore colorful dresses that were decorated in the style of ancient traditions, with the difference that the girlfriend's decorations looked like Sioux tradition and that of the mother seemed to be due to the flower children time.

When Melanie's mother was the first to enter, Tatjana was startled because she suspected a ghost. Melanie jumped right around her mother's neck and also greeted the girlfriend. Then she introduced her to Tatjana, her friend as Jenny. In Tatjana, the horror was still clearly visible and she only used the native sign language to greet her. Both seemed to know the greeting, as they both responded in the same way. Tatjana reassured herself with the assumption that Melanie's mother still had to worry about Melanie and therefore had lost all color.

“Mom Tatjana has lost both parents and now she should go to a children home, can we not take her to us? Please! She's weird sometimes, but she's really sweet. Maaam.”

“Why am I weird? I am quite normal.”

“Well, you talk funny, and then you can't turn on the lights at night and, and you're a real blast furnace in your sleep.”

“I don't speak funny, it's just my mother tongue and it only hurts in my eyes when it suddenly gets very bright so quick.”

“Where are you from?” asked Jenny.

“From Tarasa, Brazil.”

“Tú hablar española?” asked Melanie's mother.

"Sí," replied Tatjana, refraining from laughing at the pronunciation of the question.

“We have to see if she can be adopted now, but she can come and visit,” the mother told Melanie.

Suddenly it knocked and Mrs. Sennten entered with a home educator.

“Good afternoon, Tatjana we are …”

“No,” Melanie interrupted them, clutching Tatjana hard. “She's not going with you, she hasn't done anything to anyone, she's coming with us.”

“Ai”, came only from Tatjana, which hurt Melanie's strong embrace.

“The four women looked at each other in amazement.”

“It's not that easy,” said the the woman from the children home after a few seconds, who saw money being lost for the home.

“We have plenty of room,” Melanie's mother confirmed her daughter.

“That's not all a child needs,” the nurse replied, enumerating a few things.

Tatjana got tears in her eyes, not only because Melanie's clasp did not diminish a bit, but also because she saw the opportunity to have a real family life. Even if she didn't really know her yet.

“Let's do it this way, nothing can be decided before Monday. The home would be an emergency pick up for now. Let's do it this way.

Let's let Tatjana decide where she wants to spend the weekend, and no matter where it is, it is considered just a visit. However, if you really want to adopt her, you would have to submit your application on Monday. I will then ask the judge for an extension of the provisional stay until the application for adoption has been decided. But nothing is promised.” This was said by Mrs.

Sennten, who had a heart for children, but also had in mind the current poor financial situation of the community, and so such an offer was welcome. Then everyone looked at Tatjana, who was more fearfully silent the whole time.

A doctor who had come in seemed to change the whole thing. “We found a slight problem with Tatjana's skin, which makes it necessary for her to have water and be able to swim. So I just got the confirmation to only let her live where there is a swimming pool or something like that.”

“Oh no, we're still building,” Melanie replied disappointed.

“The home also does not have a swimming pool.

How long will it take you to build it?” asked Mrs.

Sennten.

“According to the instructions, we have to wait another week before we can let water in,” Jenny replied.

“Do you have a bath?” asked the doctor.

“Yes, a super-sized one,” Melanie replied with joy.

“Well, we wouldn't have anything else in the meantime. But also finish the swimming pool.”

“Actually, my husband and I are putting on the last coat of paint,” Melanie's mother replied.

“Well then, Tatjana, would you like to try it with Melanie?” asked Mrs. Sennten.

Tatjana needed a little time, it all happened very quickly, like a crossfire of different people, who did not know her at all, but wanted to have all Tatjana. Then came a frightened hesitant, quiet “yes.”

Melanie danced with joy and then began to tell how a waterfall, how she would like it.

“Melanie,” her mother stopped her after a while, “take a breath.”

She looked at her mother in dismay, but still understood what she meant, and reacted like a switched-off tape, which was suddenly completely silent. Mrs. Sennten exchanged the address with Melanie's mother and the doctor asked to speak to her alone for a moment. There was only Jenny left in the hospital room with the two girls and packed Melanie's things in a large bag. When she also wanted to pack the dolphin, Tatjana quickly grabbed her and clasped her.

“Look, we're going for a while, so you don't have to hold him for the hole time and I'll let him look out.”

“It's a her,” she answered enlighteningly, demonstratively pulling the baby out of her belly, but not releasing them both for packing.

“Well, that's sweet,” Jenny remarked, letting go of packing.

Then Melanie's mother came and they went to check out.

Suddenly, Tatjana stopped. “I forgot something,” she said and started to run off.

“Wait, I'll come with you,” Melanie called after her, but she couldn't even keep up with Tatjana's tempo for a bit. She stood out of breath at the floor end. Melanie was the best in the athletics school club at sprinting.

Back at the registration, she said: “Mom, did you see this, she runs like lightning.”

“Yeah, when she comes to the school club, you're not the best anymore,” her mother replied.

“Then she's my sister.”

She didn't mind if friends or her brother were better at something than her, even if she had to give up this place, she had a sports spirit and wasn't fanatical. So she had not even thought that Tatjana was younger and would never compete against her. Tatjana stopped in front of a room and knocked. No one answered and she knocked a little harder.

“Who are you looking for?” asked a nurse.

“An old native man, he said this is his room.”

The nurse approached Tatjana and sat quietly in front of her. “Well, then you're the nice girl he met at the restaurant this morning.”

“Hmm,” she replies, nodding her head anxiously.

“He fell asleep when he spoke so happily of you.

He's letting me give this to you.”

She took an amulet out of her pocket and hung it on her, it was a bear with a real incorporated claw.

"And I don't know what it means, but I'm supposed to tell you..." She repeated something in Apache language.

Weeping, Tatjana said, “Let it give you the same strength as me.”

“Well, then you'll really get strength, he was a hundred and nine years old. – And he said daughter.”

“Well, his family didn't come anymore. – Can I take you somewhere?”

“I don't know where the exit is,” she said, still crying softly. The nurse carefully took her right hand and calmly went with her to the registration.

Seeing her from afar, Melanie said, “Mom, she's crying.”

“Oh no, she won't have found it,” her mother replied.

When they arrived at the registration, the sister said, “I'm sorry, her friend from this morning has died.”

Melanie took her in her arms, but said nothing, only held her tightly, as lightly and gently as she could, which was to cover her magically. After a while, putting her arm around the girls' shoulders, her mother gently pushed both of them toward the exit. Melanie opened the embrace on the left side to be able to walk better, releasing her mother's left side.

They went to a Mercedes bus, from the 70s. Its light blue color and yellow, white and pink flowers seemed to complete the flower children's image. Only the tinted side windows and the fact that the bus did not have a single bump or scratch and was totally clean, testified to the 21st century.

On the left, right and back door was written “Flower children - say it with flowers 800-32 ...'

When Jenny opened the bus, Tatjana made big eyes. The bus was padded with fine white fur. At the back were two opposing black, leather-soft benches, where only the seatbells were reminiscent of a car. In the middle was a table, which was telescopically adjustable in height, but could only be reached by the two with a slow uniform pull on the straps and sagged in the telescopic legs in the event of a frontal or rear impact. Two cup holders were magnetically placed on the table.

Melanie opened a side cabinet and pulled out a gameboy. “You want one, too,” she asked, giving her ten to choose from.

"And what is that?"

“You haven't seen a gameboy yet.”

"No."

“I don't believe you, everyone knows those.”

“I'm not lying,” she replied, almost crying.

“Melanie,” came it from the mother, “what's so bad about it, just show her. – Tatjana, if you still want a pillow, there are some in the bank. Just let Melanie show you how they open. But only the colorful pillows, not the ones from the bed, yes, Melanie.”

“Yes, Mom, I know.“ - Would you like another pillow? ” "No. Thank you, that's fine.”

Jenny checked the seatbells at Tatjana and got in the front as a passenger.

They drove off, on the radio a cassette with Bruce Springsteen sounded.

After a while, the two took an equal racing car game and held a race, which both almost alternately won or lost.

“It's like being on a computer, just a little too small to react properly,” Tatjana said after a while.

“Well, tell that Mike, my brother, she says, he'll marry a computer one day.”

“Why marry, they don't live.”

“That's what they say. He's – when he's not at school, eating, sleeping, or doing other inevitable things – in front of his computer.”

“Well, today Mike is working with your father on the swimming pool,” her mother interjected.

“Well, like I say, Mom, except he does inevitable things.’”

The three of them laughed, knowing how right she was. After a while of driving on the highway, the girls started to sleep and Jenny turned the music down.

“She seems to be a bright girl,” Jenny said.

“Who, Melanie was never really quiet?”

"No, Yes. No, I mean Tatjana.”

“Yes, but a bit primitive, as if she comes from somewhere else, I mean, even in the East or poorest countries, they know - at least the kids - gameboys, even if they can never have their own - and did you see her eyes when she looked into the car?”

“Well, you can't just say that we have an original interior.” The mother looked at Jenny and both grinned.

“Hmmm. Yes maybe not, but she still does something very foreign to the world.”

They were driving on a country road. When they passed a town, they turned into a forest road.

Suddenly they braked very hard and a popping noise confirmed the safety system of the table, whose legs seemed to have disappeared. Tatjana wept in terror, but the two women cried out and began to tremble like aspen leaves, which Melanie followed as she looked out the window.

In front of the car was a three-meter-high black panther shadow, whose eyes glowed like small green flames and outside the car seemed to be the only thing moving. Tatjana waved to the panther shadow as if she knew him and was happy that he was there. He then sat down in front of the car.

She opened a window, which was followed by a unanimous “No”scream.

“Klaschdraja kana!” she shouted with her head out of the window.

The panther dissolved and nothing remained to give even the slightest proof that what they had seen had really happened.

Tatjana leaned forward over the bench and whispered, “Thank you – but now we can move on.”

Melanie's mother swallowed and after a few seconds she continued. But she drove as slowly as if she had to brake again at any time for a subsequent pack.

“Is it going to be long, I'm hungry?” Tatjana asked cautiously, apologetically.

The mother took a deep breath, which frightened Tatjana. But she only tried to recover from the horror in order to be able to give her an answer.

Then she asked, “You weren't afraid?”

She looked at Melanie's mother with wide eyes.

“It was just a baby, and she had green eyes.”

The other three looked at each other in surprise, then the mother suddenly stopped, which almost brought the table back together.

“Stop, wait, if this was just a baby, where is the mother?” she asked so hastily that she had to repeat it so Tatjana could follow her English.

“I don't know,” Tatjana replies innocently and with a tone, as if to apologize for not knowing that you might have had to wait for her before continuing.

Then suddenly Melanie said, laughing at the beginning and crying at the end: “We are scared to death here and she acts as if she meets such a one every day while walking across the street.”

Tatjana wanted to take her in her arms to comfort her, but suddenly stopped when she saw that Melanie's jeans were completely wet and put her arms only around Melanie's shoulder.

“I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you,” she whispered quietly.

“I was so scared, I-I even got in my pants …”

Tatjana put a finger on her mouth, pulled it back in, gave him a kiss, and put it back on Melanie's mouth. The mother turned around and looked at Melanie, then got out and crawled into Melanie's suitcase. She handed her pajama pants, took a water bottle from one box and a roll of table napkins and a plastic bag from another compartment. Through the trees of the forest it was already dawning, so she turned on light in the car so that Melanie could see.

Tatjana's head was buried on her knees in her arms. She squatted outside, waiting, leaning against the car, but because the door remained open, her soft crying was also heard in the car.

Jenny got out and squatted next to Tatjana, but didn't say anything for a little while, just wrapped her arm around Tatjana's shoulders and gently pulled her to her.

Then she began, “It's over, and in about ten to twenty minutes we'll be home.”

“I didn't want to scare her, I really didn't want to.”

She spoke without raising her head.

“But that wasn't your fault, that was that cat spirit or whatever you can call it.“ He scared us a lot.”

“They're all scared, but I can't help it, and I haven't done anything to anyone.”

She looked at Jenny. Jenny swallowed, behind the watered tears the same phosphor-green flames shone as in the Phantom-panther before. She closed her eyes. The flames could no longer be seen as if someone had poured water over them.

Jenny was silent, it had totally devoured her to silence. Until that moment she wanted to adopt Tatjana, she found her nice, accommodating and bright. She was also very pretty and just everything you would want with a daughter, she seemed to have. She only imagined that they would have to help her to "protect" herself from the boys running after her. But now all thoughts were turning in her, now she didn't know – didn't she have to be afraid of her after all? Uninvited and unblockable, picttures of other types of aggressive people from science fiction films shot before her eyes. Tatjana seemed to feel it.

Uncertainty about what would happen to her now made her shake again. Jenny had pulled her arm back again and although she was sitting close to Tatjana and Tatjana was trembling very strongly, she did not notice. Jenny was totally immersed in hostile thoughts towards Tatjana.

Suddenly she cried out, “No, don't do that!”

She knocked a golden dagger out of Tatjana's hand, which was strangely feather-light. With a loud bang, a small electric flash unloaded from the dagger's handle, which then immediately disappeared into the belly of the little baby dolphin. Tatjana screamed and cried. Jenny's blow did hurt her a lot. She wanted to run away, but the trembling took all her strength and she collapsed, whereby the dolphin now seemed to stick to Tatjana without her holding him.

Melanie and her mother came running. They were actually already done and were just waiting for the two of them, but didn't want to disturb them.

Jenny had already spoken to Melanie's mother that it would be her greatest pleasure to adopt Tatjana when the two girls were asleep. Melanie's mother had therefore stopped Melanie from telling them that they could continue. She saw this as a good way for Jenny to get a little closer to Tatjana.

“What happened?” Melanie asked excitedly. But she got no answer. Jenny had no idea what to say.

When she looked at Tatjana and opened her eyes again, Melanie became very excited. “Wow cool, your eyes are like the ghost before, can you do that whenever you want?”

Now her mother swallowed a little shocked, but by Jenny this simplicity broke off the frightening thoughts pouring into her.

“Nothing happened, Tatjana just showed me something. A secret, ”Jenny answered, gently stroking Tatjana's right hand, in which she had held the knife.

Now Tatjana was surprised, and so she needed a few seconds to be able to answer Melanie.

“No, it's only when it starts to get dark. If it suddenly gets light, it hurts terribly, ”Tatjana finally replied.

“That's why you screamed in the hospital when they turned on the light.”

"Yes."

“And that's only because I pressed the alarm, because it was so terribly warm. – I'm sorry.”

“No, it was so hot because of me. It's always so warm where I sleep. I just fell asleep and the nurse put me in bed. I couldn't say it that way before.”

“Man, how are you sleeping, isn't that too hot for you?”

“I think she'll be used to it,” interjected her mother, who slowly began to recover from the horror.

“My mother never let me sleep with clothes on or put a blanket over me. The first time, everything was soaked and I had lost so much body moisture that I didn't have enough strength to walk.

My father had then installed a security system on the lock, so that when I sleep, only with a hand scan and voice, my parents could enter the room.

“But my father rarely came into the room, only when my mother wasn't there.”

They had gotten back in and the gardening was already visible. It was a large gardenery that gave the impression of wanting to ensure that under no circumstances would it be mistaken with a hobby gardening. It wasn't land, it was huge land. They drove from the country gate entrance, which was a huge stone arch, on which was written with forged letters "Flower gardening & Sebastian's handforge" and underneath "anno 1865", as the lowest "Hart und Tomsen Land". The letters were simple and made of black painted steel. The gate, also forged, on the other hand, was not so simple.

At the top was a coat of arms of the nation of Georgia painted in the original colors. On the right was the guild coat of arms of the blacksmith's guild with an Native hatchet on the left and a long shotgun from the 19th century, connected with the coat of arms of the gardening guild. Directly below was a half-rolled steel scroll bearing the punched-out names “John and Marie Hart ~ Far Like Eagle Wings and Colorful Butterfly” – that seemed to be the founders of this company. It was all held together with many circular and spiral ornaments to form a gate. The land itself was simply fenced with hedges that demonstrated regular, controlled care, it was Melanie's work. On the driveway there were rows of flowers on the left and right.

They drove at unabated speed through the gate, which opened automatically by signal and closed again after passing the light barriers. After about ten minutes they arrived in front of the parking lot at the house.

“I'd rather not play on the wide roads when my mom has driven away in the car. When she comes back, she's still on the highway, ” Melanie said, smiling.

Tatjana grinned back, but said nothing.

Between the parking lot and the huge country house, in addition to a five-square-meter swimming pool, there were about twenty square meters of lawn with isolated small trees - ideal for hiding or similar games. On the other hand, around ten square meters of stone slabs were laid out like terraces, with light pavilion roofing made of wrought iron legs and white-gold shimmering plastic tarpaulin. In front of the parking lot, where two Golf, a Mercedes limousine, a pickup truck and a 150-cubic motorcycle standing, as well as in front of the meadow, a sign was posted – "Private, shooting first, asking later". Underneath this was a picture with Donald Duck, who had a huge cork shot in the beak by his uncle Dagobert sitting on a money bag. Nevertheless, a police registered seal, which was not an imitation, was also on the sign.

In front of the house there were two small go-karts and two children's motorcycles, which were powered by battery and solar light and allowed a top speed of ten kilometers per hour. In addition, there were also - three in front of the house and one in the parking lot - go-kart trucks, which even after a key-operated unlocking came to a top speed of thirty kilometers per hour. However, the unlocking also triggered a ten-second small alarm before the fuse was switched off and at more than fifty kilometers per hour, two additional red indicators switched on, on the right and left, which was accompanied by a beep at the same frequency as with a reversing truck. These trucks, although intended for gardening, looked like new through permanent care.

The house was a long, rear-facing two-storey country house, which ended on the other side in a twenty-square-meter forge hall, followed by an estimated equally large, covered metal storage area, which was fenced with fine wire mesh half a meter high. A little further you could see some greenhouses in rows of five. The rest of the country consisted of flower and vegetable beds.

“The forest belonged to us too, but the state did not accept it, now it belongs to half of us and the other half of the city,” explained the mother, who was quietly amused by Tatjana's bewildered eyes.

“Okay, let's go inside,” she added, putting Melanie's bag on the small truck.

The two women sat down in the front seats and Melanie invited Tatjana to the loading area. But since Tatjana did not react because of fascination, Jenny took her on her lap without further ado, whereby she had to sit down laterally. Tatjana was followed only by a small “ooops”, which triggered a laugh in the others.

She tried to bury herself in the dolphin, whereupon Jenny pulled her a little tighter and said, “It's all right, it's understandable.”

Mike came out of the house and screamed when he saw Tatjana: “Hank, come quick, they cut Melanie in half at the hospital! Now I have two torture - sisters!”

Another ten-year-old Indian girl came out of the house, who, despite Tatjana's sight, touched Mike on the forehead and, as if she had burned herself to something, withdrew her hand in a flash, followed by a “Aauutsch!”.

“Well, as you can see, we don't lack humor,” Jenny said quietly to Tatjana.

“He's crazy again,” said the girl, but she got a hard slap from Jenny on her back. Then again, an apology followed from the girl with clenched teeth and light tears. Mike obviously kept his answer under control at the last moment.

"Oh, yes, here bad talk against another is not allowed. If you find something mean, you have to say to the person that you find this or that mean. If that doesn't help, you go to the mother and say that you find this mean, but you can't say that he or she is mean, ” Melanie said enlighteningly.

“Well, we agree that bad act's doesn't make the whole person bad or incompetent or anything like that. No one is foolish if they don't know something. One might be stupid if he's old enough but still doesn't know how to dress himself or something, and that's mostly because he's not able to do it health-wise, ” Jenny said.

“But we also have a flower project from a school for the mentally handicapped that comes once a week. They are so accurate with where they are allowed to go and where they are not, it's just amazing. But they are also hard to beat with the beauty and care of their flowers, ” said Melanie.

“Come in now,” interrupted her mother, taking the bag off Melanie.

She had turned up and had not gone any further since she had started with the explanations. It spilled over to the other two children without any inhibitions. Tatjana was rather modest and was quite quiet, but could not continue, as the other three had stopped their march right outside before the door.

The house also had no bad luxury from the inside.

On the left and right side of the door were two fan palms, on the left side a mahogany bench covered with leather, for the perhaps waiting customers.

On the right side of the door was a sign written “Office.” The door was open. She didn't have a ratchet or a knob. Then there was a shoe rack where Jenny asked Tatjana to take off her shoes and put them in there. Jenny did it before her and ran on stockings over the small bamboo bridge, which was the only way to get dry feet in the apartment. In the ground was built a small basin, about half a meter deep, in which at least a dozen larger and countless small exotic fish found their home enjoying themselves. Behind the bridge was a corridor lined with a wallpaper with Asian paintings, with wrought-iron lamps hanging from its not too low ceiling. The first door on the left was closed. Behind them were the cleaning equipment and detergents. Then, with some distance to the left, a door followed, behind which were the dry supplies and clothes that were not needed for the current season. Then came a staircase on the left, straight to a toilet and on the right a huge salon. Right hand at the entrance to the salon, however, you could go again to the right and then reached a large kitchen, which was equipped with all comforts. The quantity of dishes easily suggested that they were prepared for larger visits or receptions, of which the placement was not uncommon.

In the salon, tables were set up in a hexagon, where fifty people could sit around without problems. In the middle of the hexagon, however, you could not sit, because there was again a small basin with a small water fountain, surrounded by water lilies. Also, this gave six little goldfish a nice home. In the corners of the salon were small palm islands in front of which one could sit down on a leather couch. On the ceiling were crystal chandeliers with electric candles that glowed in two different ways. One half had normal candlestick light, the other were candlesticks with flame effect. The windows were provided with self-tinting panes at brightness. The floor was covered with black marble, which was heated from below in the cold. In the left corner, next to the palm corner, which was without seating, there was a white wing and a harp.

After showing Tatjana the lower floor, they went upstairs. The stairs were also separated with a door that was open at the moment. It was the only door that was not a sliding door, but a slat door.

When you opened it, there was a small but audible buzz upstairs.

The staircase, which was illuminated with neon snakes built into the side wall on the floor, already indicated through a plush carpet that you was now entering the one hundred percent private. The light was automatic. Opening the door turned on the stair lighting. After that, a light barrier counted how many went up. On the third last step there was another light barrier that opened the upper door. When opening with the hand, it should trigger the same light effect to go down. The upper corridor light turned on automatically when entering. However, the upper door could also be blocked by camera surveillance. After the same number of people had passed the upper door, it closed and switched off the light. If one had not passed the upper door after three minutes or if a person ascending followed more than three steps down again, a small signal was triggered in the au pair girl's room, office, living room, salon and parents bedroom. This should bring help on the stairs if necessary.

As Tatjana looked a little worried at the stairs, Melanie demonstrated this technique with fun joy by walking four steps backwards. The consequences came quickly. From below her mother came running and upstairs there was soon a strong, broad-shouldered native man in the door. His stature easily convinced everyone to prefer him as a friend and, in spite of this, not to want to meet him in the dark. It was undoubtedly the blacksmith who easily put the anvil where he wanted to go.