ESCAPE
I turned to gnomes and sent them an informational message. Actually, this was the main method of communication here.
- Do not be afraid! And stay close to each other and to us. Listen to what we say. And help each other. Okay?
- Yes, - said a chorus of voices.
- Let’s quietly go up.
Marina and I moved first. Tots follow us.
We were somewhere in the middle of the stairs when heard in the passageways some gnashing. Apparently, the monsters tried to get inside. We a little accelerated the pace of movement. On the top I started to make the hole. I imagined that in my hands there was a laser. With its help I burned through a hole in the roof. We penetrated therethrough. It was easy to us with Marina - we were ghostly. But the materiality of gnomes was much denser, and because of this they were stuck every second.
But, nevertheless, slowly, one after the other, they climbed out into the hole.
- What is now? - Marina asked - you said that you have an idea. I think we need a plane.
- It has a complex structure, I will not be able to create it.
- Then, the helicopter.
- It’s the same. And we have a lot of gnomes – we will not have enough space. We need something simpler.
- In my childhood I saw the cartoon about a flying ship - reminded my friend.
- It's interesting. I saw it too. How do you like the magic carpet?
- In my opinion, this is the most suitable. It is necessary to make it big.
- Great idea.
I concentrated, emitted out of myself the mental matter, which, thanks to my will, began to take shape.
I mentally had woven the cloth of needed size, gave to it rigidity. To create the pattern I have not time. The result was a huge cream carpet.
I commanded tots to climb over the carpet, and they did it.
In the meantime, we heard the sounds of pursuit. Below gray monster climbed the stairs behind us. Marina pushed on the carpet last group of gnomes. Jumped after them.
- We must to fly away.
I imagined how our flying raft soars skyward.
Obeying my thoughts, the carpet rose above the construction of the stones where we were hiding. And just in time - from the hole appeared the gray muzzle. The creature was no longer able to reach out to us, and it seemed, it can’t fly. All that left - to see off us with a melancholy gaze.
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