Omlion and his friends. Adventures in the Lonetal Valley
Yuri Trofimov
«Omlion and Friends» Unleashing the Kids superpowers.
Within the pages of "Omlion and Friends," an enchanting adventure unfolds, starring a remarkable boy named Omlion, who possesses the extraordinary ability to transform into a majestic lion at will. Alongside his steadfast companions, Areva and Sol, they form an extraordinary team of kid superheroes, embarking on thrilling escapades that seamlessly blend fantasy and invaluable life lessons.
This captivating tale is crafted by a talented author, a successful entrepreneur, and a devoted father of two – Yury Surenovich Trofimov. His personal journey into parenthood, particularly the birth of his son, served as the catalyst for this book, aimed at inspiring children to believe in themselves and awaken their latent superpowers. "Omlion and Friends" is not just a story; it's a vehicle for self-discovery and empowerment.
At its core, this novel conveys a powerful message – the belief that every child possesses unique talents and abilities waiting to be unearthed. Omlion, Areva, and Soul embody this belief as they embark on a series of adventures, each one meticulously designed to help them confront their fears, surmount obstacles, and cultivate unbreakable friendships.
Through their trials and triumphs, young readers will uncover the profound truth that strength and courage are not the sole domain of superheroes in capes but reside within each and every one of us. The transformative journeys of these characters mirror the potential for growth and self-realization within the hearts of all children.
As Omlion, Areva, and Sol navigate a world where fantasy intertwines with reality, they encounter a vibrant cast of characters, face daring challenges, and explore breathtaking landscapes. These thrilling escapades offer not only an exhilarating ride but also invaluable life lessons about perseverance, compassion, and the significance of working together as a team.
"Omlion and Friends" is a heartfelt celebration of friendship, self-belief, and the innate resilience that resides in children. The author's genuine commitment to nurturing young minds shines through in the unfolding narrative, inviting readers to embark on an unforgettable journey of self-discovery, bravery, and the enduring strength of friendship.
Within the enchanting pages of this narrative, young readers will become entranced by the magical world of Omlion, Areva, and Soul, where the lines between the ordinary and extraordinary blur, and where the heroes of the story are none other than the children themselves. "Omlion and Friends" transcends the realm of mere storytelling; it extends an empowering invitation to embrace one's unique gifts and embark on a lifelong adventure of self-discovery.
Editor: Guy Fox
Artist: Yana Moskalyuk
Yury Trofimov
Omlion and his friends. Adventures in the Lonetal Valley
© Yury Trofimov, text, illustrations, 2021
© Aegitas publishing house, 2023
eISBN 978-0-3694-1046-7
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Dedicated to my son Leo, my daughter Polina, and all superhero children.
PROLOGUE
Pussy cat, pussy cat, where have you been?
I’ve been to London to look at the queen.
Pussy cat, pussy cat, what did you do there?
I frightened a little mouse under the chair.
Samuil Marshak
Snow lioness Isata silently glided along a narrow path on the mountainside. The night was moonless, and the stars shined especially brightly. It seemed not a single dark spot remained in the entire sky where this light would not reach.
The lioness looked up and saw a shooting star. It was not one of those short flashes one can witness during an autumn starfall – this one looked more like a drop of light flowing down the sky. Isata took a closer look and realized that the star was about to fall on the other side of the ridge. Once the shine was gone, the lioness froze for a moment, listening, and then rushed to the place where the star fell.
Once she reached the mountain, Isata hid in the branches of a bush and observed for a while. Night insects were singing, and cold wind gusts pressed the rough grass down to the rocky ground. Having recognized something new in the familiar mixture of smells, the lioness walked down the slope and noticed a man lying amidst a scorched clearing. He looked completely unharmed, and even his blue and silver clothes were intact. Isata walked around him carefully and, after taking a good sniff, clearly understood that he was not dangerous. The lioness had never seen people so close before, but she knew for sure that they did not fall down from the sky like snow. She approached and examined the newcomer carefully, then she slightly licked his ashen forehead and dark hair with her rough tongue just in case.
With a quiet groan the stranger opened his eyes. When he saw the lioness in front of him, the man was not scared. He raised his hand and placed his fingers on her forehead, above the bridge of her nose. Without having time to get indignant, Isata felt incredible heaviness of her eyelids and slid to where the star man called her.
A bright flash covered the mind of the lioness. Once the light dissipated, Isata found herself in a spacious marble hall with carved columns and a long luminous table, at which sat people in colorful clothes. They paid no attention to the lioness, as if she was not there. A flock of small translucent creatures were circling above the table. Like fish, they were floating and frolicking in the air, as if no gravity was affecting them.
“This is Khabir, the city of Stat, my home.” Isata heard the thoughts of the star man. “It was very beautiful. Under the light of the blue sun, there was prosperity, without any wars or diseases. I was so blinded by the welfare of my people that I completely overlooked one fact: even the brightest light creates shadows.”
Among the colorful figures arguing animatedly Isata saw her new acquaintance. He was sitting at the head of the table, deep in thought. His hair was black and short, his beard was thick and neat, and his kind green eyes looked right through, as if they saw something invisible, hidden from others.
“Kriy, where is your heir? Time is running out,” one of the figures asked, turning to the star man.
“Rasens, we still have a couple of minutes left,” Kriy said, smiling slightly at the impatience.
The dark lacquered wood doors opened, and a man marched into the hall. Judging by the indignant voices, he was not the one everyone expected.
“How dare you come here?” the man at the table, to whom Kriy had been talking a moment before, shouted indignantly.
The star man signaled to them to stop shouting, got up from the table, and moved towards the dark silhouette, but soon froze in his tracks.
“You are Patsovak, aren’t you? Colonel Patsovak?” Kriy asked trying to look the intruder in the eye. He should not have done this…
Although Isata considered herself a brave lioness, she could hardly overcome the urge to close her eyes tight – the colonel’s gaze burned your soul out. Patsovak waved his hand imperiously, and right above the table, where the jellyfish-like creatures used to circle, a dark purple whirlwind rose that instantly enwrapped everyone present.
The vision faded away, and Isata opened her eyes. Kriy patted her head gratefully. The lioness understood that the star man was willing to share the end of the story with her, and this time she pushed her forehead against his palm herself.
A white flash blinded her, but then it dissipated. The lioness realized that she was in a completely different place now. She heard the sounds of falling drops and grinding of metal. Stale air and choking smell of mold between the stones in the walls of an ancient dungeon indicated that she was very deep underground.
There were no sources of light in the cell, except for fluorescent mushrooms growing between mossy cobblestones. However, this did not bother Isata at all: the sharp sight of a nocturnal predator allowed her to navigate even in pitch darkness.
Six gigantic chains hung from the ceiling of the cell, holding the prisoner. This was the star man. He swayed from side to side quietly, humming some melody to himself.
A deafening crick-crack could be heard; then, one of the cell walls simply melted away, flowing hissingly down onto the damp stone floor slabs. A thin man wearing a white coat and glasses appeared in the newly formed passage. He ran up to Kriy and started tampering with the chains.
Kriy shook his head listlessly. “What are you doing, Laurent… leave it, you have to save the others. Where are Ameed and Rasens?”
“The others are already on Earth. Wait a minute! We cannot let him seize your power. Close your eyes!” With these words, Laurent pulled some device from inside his coat with trembling hands and pointed it at Kriy.
A blinding green flash illuminated the dungeon, and Isata shut her eyes reflexively.
“Nasty chains, even the deatomizer won’t break them! What are they made of?” The dissatisfied man stared at the sparkling device, scratching the back of his head.
“It doesn’t matter, Laurent, listen to me!” Kriy did his best to maintain the eye contact. “The most important thing now is to preserve Khabir’s legacy. Listen carefully to what I’m about to tell you. Patsovak doesn’t know that the genesis code can only be transmitted by inheritance or with the consent of all clans. He will never figure it out without the help of a council member. Thus, other worlds are safe.”
Laurent was about to protest, but, on reflection, he put the device aside and took a silver bracelet with a large green stone out of his pocket. “Then you take this,” he said and snapped the piece of jewelry on Kriy’s hand. “While you’re chained, the inaccuracy is too high. But if you manage to break free…”
“Laurent… my dear brave Laurent, I’m begging you, don’t come to me. Take the teleporter and go to Earth to join the others, they need your help more than I do.”
“No, Kriy, I…” The scientist’s eyes were bright with confidence. “I will stay here. I will stay on Khabir to make sure that Patsovak never finds out about the genesis.”
At this, he disappeared. It was perfect timing: the corridor behind the destroyed wall began to fill with excited voices, and then heavy, measured steps were heard.
“Look at the mess you’ve made here!” the cloaked silhouette, who burst into the dungeon, roared. “Are you still trying to get away from me? So, know this: you will be imprisoned until you give me your power, or else Khabir will burn to ashes right before your eyes.”
“The only thing you’ll get from me is pity,” the star man replied. “Are you that afraid of me, Colonel? You chained me, you threw me in the dungeon. Who are you without your cliones? Nothing but a coward…”
“Shut up!” The silhouette waved the flaps of its cloak and pointed the same device that had just been used to melt the wall at the prisoner.
On seeing the shiny weapon, the star man just grinned. “You will never be able to do this. The clans will figure out what has happened and then you won’t escape punishment. Your power is as fragile and shattered as your will, Colonel.”
At that point, the lioness thought she heard a light ringing, as if a crystal pendant had broken. The room was illuminated by the brightest green flash.
The memory started to ripple and then began to collapse like a house of cards. Fragments of events from different places and timelines got completely mixed up in the lioness’s head. It seemed that the entire life of the newcomer floated before her eyes. Isata felt scraps of his feelings flying through her and echoing in her with sadness, regret, and hope. She could still hear Kriy’s voice clearly in her head. “Forgive me, it is wrong to end the story so abruptly, but my powers are running out. I am losing control of my own mind.”
The white veil fell from Isata’s eyes, as she came back to the reality. The star man was still lying in front of her. The lioness saw the reflection of the fading memory in his eyes. Kriy’s hand fell to the ground helplessly. The lioness lay down next to the newcomer to share her warmth.
“The bracelet absorbed most of the shot energy, but, unfortunately, it got broken. That is why I appeared that high,” Kriy said, looking the lioness in the eye. “You are very kind,” he whispered gratefully as he stroked her behind her ears. Isata purred, willing to ease his pain. “Could you do something for me?”
The lioness bowed her head in agreement. Kriy put his hand on her forehead for the last time, and Isata felt his power flowing into her and gathering into a warm lump under her heart. She closed her eyes, falling asleep.
CHAPTER 1. THE BREAKFAST
Deus ex machina is the same thing as a rabbit in a hat.The only difference is that the first one appears on its own, while the second has to be pulled out.
Author’s Note
A morning should start with a healthy breakfast. This Omlion knew for sure. It was seven in the morning. Omlion could have slept longer, but he wondered whether he would be able to make that smoothie whose recipe he had found the night before in a famous bartender’s blog. So, he quickly wrapped himself in a cozy kimono robe and ran downstairs to the kitchen to look for the ingredients.
“Ameed! Aameeeeed!” Omlion called drawlingly.
There was no one in the kitchen. Patches of sunlight shined on the jars with various herbs and exotic varieties of coffee. Noise of cars could be heard from the street, and there was а bunch of keys and a note on the counter with the cash machine.
I flew to Tibet. I will be back in few days with souvenirs. Watch the shop and stay out of trouble. New neighbors are arriving today, they are friends of mine. If they come over, treat them to our specialty coffee.
Ameed
It was not the first time that Omlion was taking charge of the place. So, he knew exactly what to do. He brushed his teeth, smiled to the blonde guy in the mirror, switched on the coffee machine, opened the cash box, wiped the counter, and put a can with “Tips” written on it.
The house where Ameed and Omlion lived was one of those typical Utrecht houses. The three-story building in a classical Dutch style faced the canal and consisted of a coffee shop on the ground floor and residential rooms on the first and second floors. Ameed had a soft spot for his tiny place. When Omlion grew up a bit, the old man taught him to cook, run the coffee shop, and make the best coffee in Utrecht.
Omlion changed his clothes and opened the shop itself and windows on the ground floor for the aroma of fresh coffee to bring in the clients. Then, he sat down on a tall bar stool at the counter, took out his tablet, opened Food Network to check the smoothie recipe in detail, and started to wait for visitors.
He did not have to wait for long. Hardly had Omlion found that very recipe, when the doorbell rang, and a girl looking the same age as him entered the coffee shop.
“Hey! Anybody home?”
“Hello, I am! Please come in!” Omlion replied in a friendly manner and looked at the young guest with interest.
She looked totally like a cartoon character. When the girl talked, her cute oblong face with prominent cheeks seemed to live its own life. She was wearing a nice pale pink dress, and her long hazel hair was pulled into a neat ponytail with an elastic with fancy pompoms. Her sharp nose as well as her loud and fast speech were the signs of an extremely energetic temper.
“You are Omlion, right? Dad told me about you. I am Arewa, I have recently moved in nearby.”
The girl extended her hand, and Omlion immediately shook it. “Oh! Exactly, Ameed told me that a neighbor would be coming. However, I didn’t expect you that early.”
“Early to bed and early to rise…” Arewa declaimed with her nose in the air, but immediately burst out laughing.
Omlion also laughed. “Makes a man healthy, wealthy and wise. Would you like some coffee?” He put a large white mug on the counter.
“Thanks, but Dad doesn’t let me have coffee, he says it turns me into a nuclear reactor without cooling.”
Omlion hardly knew how nuclear reactors operate, but he removed the mug.
“I’m going to make a tamarillo smoothie. Tamarillos are tree tomatoes. They are tasty, healthy, and definitely don’t explode.”
“But do tomatoes grow on trees? Tomatoes are vegetables.” Arewa looked at her new acquaintance in disbelief.
“To be honest, these aren’t really tomatoes. They are more like fruit. In fact, these are sweet and sour berries. They grow in our roof garden. Would you like to see?”
“Lead the way! You are the boss here.”
“Let’s go, I’ll close the door!”
While Omlion was fiddling with the keys, Arewa was inspecting the store.
The entire room was divided into two unequal parts with a carved oak counter. There was a cash machine on it and a million little things. Tiny teapots, figurines, clay whistles, and candles of all shapes and sizes. In the hall where Arewa was standing, the walls were decorated with thin wooden panels featuring images of animals, plants, and celestial bodies. Some of the pictures were quite realistic, while others were clearly the fruit of the artist’s imagination.
“Are you coming?” Omlion asked, opening the counter.
“Yeah,” the girl answered and followed Omlion up the narrow wooden stairs to the first floor. “And how old are you?”
“I’m 10, and you?”
“It is inappropriate to ask girls this question,” Arewa wrinkled her nose in an emphatic manner.
“Why?”
“To be honest, I don’t know, it’s just inappropriate and improper, that’s all…” The girl stopped and looked at the ceiling pensively. “What room is this?”
The kids went up to the second floor – a bright room with straw mats and small paper lanterns on the walls.
“This is our dōjō[1 - A place for meditations and other spiritual practices in Japanese Buddhism and Shintoism.]!” Omlion said proudly, running out to the middle of the room. “Ameed teaches me martial arts here.”
He got into the fighting stance, took a deep breath, and made a lightning-fast kick with his leg. The rubber flip-flop slipped off the boy’s foot, cutting through the air with a whistling sound, and flew a centimeter away from the guest, who barely had time to move away.
Omlion froze in horror at what he had done. Arewa picked up the flip-flop, took a close look at it, and playfully glanced at the rising kung fu star. Omlion bit his lip guiltily. He never stopped doing this, despite Ameed’s constant reproofs.
“You missed, what else is there to say? Where is your warrior concentration?” Arewa laughed.
Embarrassed and swallowing an apology, Omlion didn’t notice the flip-flop flying back to him. He was not able to catch or return it, not even move away. Arewa knew how to throw.
“Come on, don’t pout! You’ll walk it off,” she consoled Omlion, who was confusedly rubbing a large red spot on his forehead. “My Dad trains me, too. Let’s go get your tree tomatoes.”
In a small winter garden on the roof of the house, there were plants useful for any kitchen: thyme, basil, coriander, dill, lettuce, some vegetables, and fruit trees. While the kids were collecting everything for the smoothie, Arewa took a closer look at Omlion and found his appearance somewhat unusual. It was not repulsive, but non-standard, to put it mildly. Wide bridge of the nose, ashy tousled hair. Two small, but prominent fangs drew attention when the boy spoke or laughed. His light smoky-blue eyes looked at the girl with inexpressible horror.
“Your hand!” the boy whispered and dramatically covered his mouth with his palms.
“What? What?” Arewa got scared and looked at her hand holding a bunch of fresh herbs. “An ordinary hand, a little dirty with soil, but it seems okay…”
Having noticed some movement in the basil leaves, the girl screamed in surprise. She threw the herbs down and jumped away from the garden bed, while continuing to scream like a police siren.
“Ha, ha-ha-ha! What a coward you are!” Omlion burst into loud laughter, as he picked up the wriggling lizard’s tail from the ground.
Once Arewa realized that Omlion had outplayed her, she turned as red as a beetroot, approached the boy, took the find from him, and pretended to eat it with a loud “nom-nom”. Omlion’s whitish eyebrows furrowed in extreme disgust.
“You don’t have to…”
“Call me if you find the rest of it. I prefer to start from the head,” the girl said as she chuckled and picked up the basil she had dropped.
Having collected all the necessary ingredients, the children returned to the ground floor, joking and egging on each other. Arewa politely asked what she could do to help, but Omlion was willing to do everything by himself.
“If you really want, you can wash the vegetables. But you better wait. You are my guest, aren’t you?” he said kindly.
“Right. To be honest, I’m not a fan of cooking,” the girl admitted, as she sat down at the counter, observing the young chef pulling out knives, a blender, glasses, and straws.
“Everyone should know how to cook,” Omlion said in surprise. “Ameed told me that even Tibetan monks have to learn this. Otherwise, how will they live if they can’t cook for themselves and there is no one to ask for help? You know, monasteries are in the mountains, you can’t order pizza there.”
“I’ve never thought about this,” Arewa admitted frankly. “But I can cook. It’s just that I don’t like it.”
“I see. Everyone has their own hobby. But I enjoy it. There are so many different options to do things. And I can also juggle, look!”
Omlion grabbed the last four tamarillos, but he never got a chance to show his talents.
An awfully buzzing drone flew into the store through an open window and smashed into the wooden panel with a shabby image of a planet, leaving a big hole in it. In a minute, a head wearing glasses appeared in the kitchen window. Its owner looked as if he had gone for his first ever morning jog: his round cheeks glowed with blush, his glasses got askew, and his eyes burned with indignation.
“Have you seen my drone? It was flying in this direction!”
Surprised Omlion and Arewa exchanged glances and stared back at the boy indignantly.
“It’s here! Your gadget has destroyed my wall!” Omlion picked up the device and went to inspect the hole in the wall, clicking his tongue. He slightly bent forward, as he checked the breach, wondering if he should look inside.
“Please forgive me,” the boy looked down and smoothed his curly bangs guiltily. “Yesterday I was sitting and thinking about how to make artificial intelligence for a drone. I kept thinking the whole evening and wrote a program, but it seems that it is lacking computational power…”
“I don’t know about the drone, but you are clearly lacking something! What if one of us had been standing at this very spot?” Arewa got rightly indignant as she pointed at the broken wall that Omlion was inspecting.
“Well, in theory, the neural network was supposed to recognize a human and stop the propellers on time…” the uninvited guest reflected seriously on the question.
“In theory?!” Arewa burst out with indignation.
“Guys?” Omlion’s voice came as if from a bottle, distracting the arguing kids from the dispute. “It turns out I’ve got a basement, and it also seems that I got a little stuck here…”
It was exactly as he’d described: Omlion’s head stuck firmly in the hole, preventing him from moving in any direction. Omlion was quite agile, but he was lacking experience and understanding that he should not put his head in every hole. But his curiosity was enough and to spare.
“Are you going to hang on the window like this?” Arewa addressed the one guilty of the disaster.
There was no answer.
Arewa looked out the window. The drone pilot was trying to sneak away scampering along the path paved with white stones leading to the gate.
“Hey, you!” the girl shouted to him. “Don’t you want to go back and fix everything?”
He did not answer and began to walk faster.
“Well, then the drone is ours!”
The boy stopped, turned around, and reluctantly walked back, having realized that he was too hasty to escape.
“Come in, let’s help him get out of there,” Arewa said as she met him at the doorstep.
The kids tried to free Omlion from the wooden captivity, but this only made the poor fellow scream indignantly. They pushed the panel trying to break it.
“What if we pull instead of pushing?” Arewa suggested. “If he managed to get there, he will also manage to get out. One! Two!”
On the count of three, the remains of the decorative panel fell apart with a crunch, and disheveled and slightly shocked Omlion got released from the prickly embrace.
The boy with glasses extended his hand to him and helped him get up.
“By the way, I’m Soul.”
“Omlion, very… very nice to meet you,” the boy said, shaking pieces of wood out of his hair. “And she is Arewa, my new neighbor.”
“What a coincidence,” Soul perked up. “So, all of us are neighbors!”
“Do you also live here?” Arewa asked with disappointment.
“Not really,” Soul replied. “My parents came here for vacation and brought me along.”
“Wow, lucky you. Ameed never brings me along on his trips.” Omlion sighed.
“Ameed?” Soul repeated as he picked up the drone, assessing the severity of the damage.
“My guardian and owner of the wall that you broke. He often flies to different countries… doing spiritual practices.”
“I don’t know about practices, but your guardian clearly has secrets,” Arewa said, nodding towards the passage that formed in the wall. “How about checking what’s there?”
Stone steps were visible in the opening. The stairs led down, dissolving in the dark, enticing children with their mystery and enigma, as they promised discoveries and perhaps even adventures.
On hearing the invitation, Soul pressed the remains of the drone to his chest and jabbered, “Oh, no, no, no, I’m not coming. I will have to repair it now, do reflashing; otherwise, dust may get inside or something…”
He stopped short, as he caught the kids staring at him.
“Aren’t you interested in what’s down there?” Omlion asked.
“I know pretty well how it all happens, I saw it in movies.” Soul straightened his glasses, which had slipped down. “First they will eat me, as I’m the… well…”
He hesitated, searching for the right word.
“Slowest?” Omlion couldn’t stop himself from saying this.
“The tastiest!” Soul flared. “What if your guardian is actually doing some creepy experiments down there? Then we will be the only witnesses. Oh no…” Soul’s voice trembled. Arewa was to blame, as she quickly grabbed Soul, who was about to sneak away again, by the collar.
“No way, hacker, you made this mess, and it’s up to you to sort it out. You are coming with us.”
“All right, all right, just let me go…” He snorted.
The kids descended the stairs to the basement with great caution. Omlion was walking ahead, Arewa was following him, calming down poor Soul, who refused to let go of the hem of her dress and was ready to do anything just to get out of this adventure as quickly as possible.
Flashlights on phones could barely cope with the thick darkness, highlighting fancy items of the interior. Passing by a worn-out bathroom where an ancient tube TV set rested, Omlion tried to shed some light to the depth of the basement, but the flashlight power was not enough.
“Can anyone see the switch?” Omlion enquired.
“Аah! There’s something moving here!” Soul shouted.
“It’s my leg!” the girl replied in a cold voice.
“Phew! Here, I think I’ve found some button!”
Click. The basement got filled with a quiet hum, and then a faint red light switched on and outlined the silhouette of the mechanism in the middle of the room. Corrugated pipes and various cables stretched between the boxes full of all sorts of junk. The web of wires ended where THIS began. In the middle of the basement, there was a large dark sphere with a red triangle in the center. Omlion approached it, hesitated for a while, and then put his hand on the metal surface and listened. “Guys, it’s warm… and it’s like… it’s singing!”
“I can hear it, too!” Arewa said, listening together with Omlion.
“I can’t hear anything, how about leaving this place?” Soul drawled, as he looked around.
“I think I know what this is!” Arewa exclaimed suddenly.
“No way!” Omlion turned around.
“There was a basement with the same thing at our old house. Broiler, I think… Wait, broiler is a chicken. Right, this is a water boiler!”
“Well, I’m not sure…” Soul interrupted as he walked along the cables. “Why would a water boiler need that much energy?
A bunch of wires led to a grey wall, on which someone mounted a stand with a monitor on it. There was some code running on the screen line by line. Once the boy approached it, a keyboard came out from under the monitor.
“What do you have there?” Omlion asked, while Arewa was staring at the flickering red triangle.
“There is some interface here,” the boy replied as he scanned the lines with his eyes. “According to the code, an enormous array of data is being uploaded now. And there are two options here. Either your guardian is the owner of the most advanced heating system in the world, or this is not a boiler at all.”
“А-а-а!” the girl screamed loudly. “It looked at me! It was watching!”
Jumping over a pile of boxes, Omlion ran up to her and stared at the sphere. Under the triangular glass, there was a tiny machine moving on a needle-thin hinge that glared with its ruby eye at the petrified children.
“Soul…” Omlion called, as he took Arewa’s hand and was slowly backing to the wall.
“Data uploaded! Wow!” Soul’s amazed voice came from the corner. “There are at least ten zettabytes here. The entire Internet doesn’t weigh that much!”
“This is, of course, very cool, but could you, well… switch the thing off?” Arewa shouted, trying to cover the growing hum coming from the center of the sphere.
“No problem,” the voice in the corner said. “There is even a switch here. How did I not notice it right away? It’s big and red!”
“Wait!” Omlion shouted, but it was too late.
The machine began to come to life under the gaze of the children. Once it got half a meter above the floor, it made a deafening low-frequency hum and started to draw various garbage and scrap metal. The TV flew right in front of Omlion’s face with a loud “bang” and crashed into an invisible wall in front of the sphere. In a matter of seconds, the machine dismantled it into parts and completed its rapidly growing garbage skeleton.
“Wrong switch! Wrong switch!” Soul shouted and rushed towards the stairs, but fell down midway, tripping over a piece of iron pipe lying on the floor.
“Guys, run!” Omlion shouted, but his voice was drowned by the noise of the mechanism.
An arm covered in ceramic crumbs landed right in front of the stairs and blocked their escape route.
“What is this thing?!” Arewa shouted in fear as she was helping Soul get up.
“No idea, but it’s looking right at us!” Omlion replied in a slightly trembling voice. He turned his back to the children, intending to bear the brunt. As Soul got up, he pushed the pipe, and it rolled towards Omlion’s feet. The boy picked it up quickly and stood up, ready to bring the fight to the machine.
The huge robot clumsily tried to grab Omlion, but he dodged and responded with a quick blow to the ceramic arm, crashing it into tiny pieces. As if surprised, the robot stepped back, growing a new arm, this time from a rusty bicycle.
“It won’t work that way. It is recovering!” Soul realized. “Hit the photocells, they are usually very fragile!”
“Hit what?”
“The eyes! I mean, the camera!”
“Duck!” Arewa shouted, spinning some combat bolas[2 - Bolas is a throwing hunting weapon that consists of a ribbon or rope with leather-wrapped round stone balls at its ends.] in her hands.
She threw it with force at the robot and hit the glowing triangle. The protective glass cracked, making the mechanism stagger and lose its balance for a split second.
“This is our chance, let’s run!” Soul shouted and rushed to the stairs again. Omlion was about to follow him when he spotted the bicycle arm stretching towards Arewa.
“Watch out!” he only managed to exclaim. But the robot already gripped the girl with its rusty fingers and pulled her towards itself.
Arewa got numb with fear when the monster brought her to the broken glass. The large red eye moved back and forth, studying the prey.
“Omlion, boys… help…” Arewa squeaked.
“Soul, do something, it’s a machine!” Omlion shouted to the programmer.
He froze in his tracks, looking at the robot in horror. Swallowing the lump of fear that rose in his throat, Soul nodded and rushed back to the monitor.
“Let her go, you piece of iron!” Omlion rushed forward fearlessly.
As if expecting the attack, the machine rotated, creaking and clanging, and pressed him against the wall with its free arm in a flash of an eye. The sharp blow to the wall knocked the wind out of Omlion, his eyes darkened, and the pipe fell out of his hands. Seeing this, Arewa furiously pounded her fists on the robotic arm holding her in a death grip.
“I’ve got it, guys! Hold on!” Soul shouted, frantically running his fingers across the keyboard of the old computer. Lines of symbols were reflected in his glasses, and perspiration appeared on his forehead. “I think I’ve found a vulnerability in its code! I will need a few minutes, distract it!”
The first thing Omlion saw once he got back to his senses was Soul hitting the system unit with a sneaker with all his might. “Well, this Soul is no slouch,” Omlion thought. “If only I could give him some time… Can I break out? This thing is too strong, I can’t even move. Look at Arewa – she is hitting it with her hands, biting it, and is not giving up. Why can’t I? Come on, Omlion, you’ve just found new friends, it would be stupid to screw up on the first day. And… And I never made that stupid smoothie…”
Omlion evened out his breath and concentrated, trying to remember everything Ameed taught him. Calm came to his head like a stream of fresh air, his heart began to beat slower, and his entire body seemed to be filled with electricity trying to break out. “Concentrate…” Omlion recalled Ameed’s words; they sounded clearly and distinctly in his head as if he was at another training session. “First, concentrate well before the strike and only then hit.” Having accumulated as much energy as he could hold, Omlion grit his teeth and released it.
The basement of the coffee shop was shaken by the shock wave, and plaster started falling from the walls. There was a roar all around – heaps of random items that had been stored in the basement for long years got scattered around and above. Somewhere in the corner, wooden shelves cracked and crumbled, glass shards rattled iridescently, metal parts started to make a screeching sound. There was a cloud of dust. Bewildered, the robot looked at the place where its arm used to be. Not finding the limb in the right place, it switched on the alarm lights and buzzed, trying to locate the invisible enemy. Red flashes ran around the basement, as if in a crazy laser show, and stopped at a dark silhouette next to the wall. A large white lion stood there, surrounded by fragments of glass and ceramics. Lit by the scarlet alarm lights, it looked truly minacious. The beast roared, bared its flawless fangs, and crouched to the ground, preparing to jump.
If the robot were not a robot, it would have gotten scared. However, there was no such function in its program. Having estimated the changed amount of the surrounding space, it took a defensive position and unclenched its hand holding Arewa. Once free, the girl, without thinking twice, picked up her bolas and rushed to Soul.
The lion’s silhouette, illuminated by the lights, rushed towards the enemy and hit the core of the robot with its paw. The claws pierced the metal plate, leaving four deep grooves on it.
“Oh my god, Soul, did you see that? That’s… That’s impossible!” Arewa shouted as she ran up to the programmer.
The walls of the basement shook from the fight, and the ceiling began to slowly crumble, threatening to bury everyone under the rubble. The lion kept on shredding the robot, which, in turn, leaned on it with all its weight in an attempt to immobilize the angry animal.
“Stop, you’re distracting me!” Soul said, out of breath. “Password guessing is over, I’m getting the root rights. The only step left is to enter the command.”
With trembling fingers, the boy typed into the console:
root: /stop executable process GolemActivation password: LionBoy596.
A message appeared on the screen: “Are you sure у/n?”
Once Soul removed his fingers from the keyboard, the robot’s red eye switched off; it stood still for a second, and then it fell down. Its arms broke into dozens of pieces, burying the white lion.
Soul and Arewa looked at each other, breathing fast, and exclaimed at the same time, “The lion!” “Omlion!”
CHAPTER 2. FRIENDSHIP FOR DUMMIES
Please come in, it doesn’t bite.
Usually. With rare exceptions…
Although, not that rare.
Well, you’d better stay away!
From the diary of Arewa van der Hope “On My Family and New Friends”
Rasens’s place was fabulous. Arewa’s father knew a lot about elegant interiors and was not overly modest. Unreasonably expensive furnishings seemed to shout at Soul from each corner.
Rasens was shouting at his daughter and the newly minted hacker, angry with their foolish actions. You could understand him: any parent is prone to hysterics once they find their child miraculously saved from mortal danger.
“Dad, but we won! Wasn’t it you who said that there is no success without risk?”
“Are you being serious right now? I was talking about investments, not about fighting a combat golem!”
“But…”
“With no weapons, no plan and, most importantly, without my knowledge! You’re in deep trouble, Arewa van der Hope.”
“We had a plan, actually.” Soul tried to stand up for his friend.
“Who are you anyway, and how do you know my daughter?”
“Well, you know… I met her today.”
Rasens’s face got covered with deep wrinkles, and his gaze became so scary that Soul envied Omlion, who was sleeping peacefully on the sofa in the living room.
The boy remained unconscious since Rasens pulled him out from underneath the rubble. He appeared as if out of nowhere when Omlion got pressed down by some parts of the robot, and Arewa and Soul tried to get him out, unsuccessfully. It should be noted that the very process of his extraction impressed the kids just as much as the white lion. Rasens sorted out the rubble quickly and easily, as if the piles of scrap metal weighed nothing. Arewa was simply amazed by the incredible strength of her father – she had never seen anything like that before.
As Rasens was about to start ranting about responsibility and prudence once again, Arewa began asking questions that had been left hanging in the air for a long while.
“Dad, I’m quite scared now, you know? And… I don’t want to be afraid of you, too. Why did Omlion turn into a lion? And, and… this thing… golem? Or the robot? Some kind of bionics! Where did it come from?”
At this point, Rasens, who looked adamant, seemed to have lost his footing. Instantly turning from a strict mentor into a kind and caring parent, he sat down on the edge of an armchair and looked at sleeping Omlion sadly.
“It’s too early,” he began, looking down. “Ameed and I always knew that sooner or later this would happen. The creature… no, the machine that you encountered, was to train you and Omlion in about eight years, when you are old enough,” Rasens raised his head, and a sickly smile appeared on his face. “I can’t imagine how you defeated it…”
“It was me who hacked it, its software was merely prehistoric.” Soul chuckled.
There was an awkward pause and then, to the surprise of those present, Rasens laughed out loud, stood up from the armchair, and looked at the children with unabashed pride. “You have no idea, my young friend, how prehistoric,” he said. “This machine, the golem, to be precise, was constructed by me and Ameed out of an old research probe. Its task after arriving on Earth was to study organic and inorganic samples. It had to be re-equipped a little, so to speak, its functionality had to be expanded, although it was not meant to fight teenagers.”
“Arriving on Earth? Does this mean it’s from outer space?” A surprised voice came from the sofa.
“Omlion, you’re awake!” Arewa exclaimed and jumped up to her friend to help him get up.
Once the boy sat down, he started coughing violently and spit out a ball of white fur on the carpet.
“Please excuse me,” he said scratching the back of his head, “I don’t remember eating this.”
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Примечания
1
A place for meditations and other spiritual practices in Japanese Buddhism and Shintoism.
2
Bolas is a throwing hunting weapon that consists of a ribbon or rope with leather-wrapped round stone balls at its ends.