The Fearless Three

By ERTUGRUL ODABASI

Even if a star has no name, its mark remains.

The Fearless Three: A story of friendship, sacrifice, and courage that resonates at the heart of the universe.

If time collapses, who will be left? Can one unremembered person save the entire galaxy? Three young heroes- Busra, Yagis, and North- rediscover not only the universe but also themselves on a journey through time. In an age dominated by technology, they learn the power of emotion, the meaning of unity, and that even oblivion can be heroic.

This book is not just a science fiction adventure;

*    It is a call that will touch the souls of young people who are trying to make their own decisions

*    Those who face their fears

*    Those who choose to be the change itself

This novel offers a journey that strengthens both the imagination and emotional intelligence of young people. It explores universal values such as friendship, self-sacrifice, empathy, and courage in a sci-fi setting, offering your children both a powerful story and character development.

This story will introduce you to three people who think like you, question, sometimes fear, but never give up.

They were not born heroes. But they became heroes by making the right choices.

Maybe you, too...

You will discover Busra's silence, Yagis' intelligence, and North's heart on your journey.

If you are looking at the stars and you think there is something waiting for you...

This book could be that call.

• Language: English
• Publisher: ERTUGRUL ODABASI
• Release date: Jul 7, 2025
• ISBN: 9798231161287

Book preview

FEARLESS THREE

-Light to the Galaxy-

The Fairytale World of Lyrenis

In the farthest reaches of the cosmos, nestled in the brightest corner of the Odira Star System, there floated a planet so luminous it seemed almost imagined—Lyrenis. Suspended in the quiet vastness of space, Lyrenis shimmered like a dream torn from stardust. Swirls of blue, violet, and turquoise danced across its surface, shifting and glowing like a cosmic aurora. When sunlight struck the planet just right, the crystals scattered across its land would catch the rays and hum with a light so musical, it felt as if the universe itself had paused to listen.

But Lyrenis was more than a pretty planet. Its true wonder lay in something far more profound: the effortless balance between nature and technology. It wasn’t the result of sheer intelligence alone—it came from a philosophy of coexistence, a quiet wisdom that had guided its people for generations. Unlike many civilizations that sought to conquer nature, the people of Lyrenis chose to walk beside it. That choice defined them.

The forests on this planet pulsed with life. At night, tree leaves emitted a soft glow, flickering like lanterns. When stirred by the wind, their shifting colors—ranging from electric blue to warm orange—sang a gentle melody, like nature whispering secrets. Rivers flowed so clear they mirrored the stars above, and the fish within didn’t just swim—they danced, leaving rings of light on the surface, like fleeting signatures of joy.

For the Lyrenians, this harmony wasn’t just culture—it was creed. Even their AI-powered drones navigated the skies with care, never brushing against a flower or startling a bird. Gardens were tended by robotic caretakers that knew the rhythm of the sun and programmed blooms to match its cycles. Robot bees worked side-by-side with real ones, not replacing but complementing—like duet partners who respected each other’s verses.

From their very first steps, Lyrenian children were taught this balance. They played among holographic flowers and learned to program digital butterflies—but not before asking why the butterfly might be weeping. On Lyrenis, science was never about fixing nature—it was about understanding it.

Scattered across the planet, like treasures in plain sight, were the energy crystals—the quiet guardians of Lyrenis. These came in all shapes and sizes, from tiny stones that fit in your palm to towering monoliths perched atop floating isles. Their hues ranged from sky-born blues to night-kissed purples. But what mattered most wasn’t how they looked—it was how they pulsed. Each one vibrated with a rhythm, a warmth, a kind of heartbeat. This energy wasn’t just electric; it reached deeper, calming those who lingered nearby, easing fears, quieting thoughts.

These same crystals powered the cities, but even then, the experience was poetic. Each vehicle, powered by the crystals, moved in silence, its engine replaced by a soft song that changed with every journey. It felt less like transportation, more like flying through a dream.

To prevent this power from being misused, crystals underwent regular resonance checks. Understanding a crystal meant feeling its frequency, syncing with it. Becoming an engineer on Lyrenis required more than intellect—it demanded empathy. You didn’t just study the crystal. You had to speak the language.

At the heart of Lyrenis stood Technoville—a city that seemed drawn from the pages of an inventor’s fantasy. Towering spires, cloaked in crystal skins, pierced the sky. At night, these towers didn’t just glow—they responded. A joyful crowd would turn the skyline blush-pink and golden. A somber evening might drape the buildings in soft purples and steel-gray. The city was alive, feeling, reflecting.

Beneath every footstep on its streets, crystal tiles stirred, projecting fleeting holograms of flowers, memories, possibilities. Time, here, was layered. Past and future coexisted, flickering just below your feet.

At the city’s core was a vast holographic square, a kind of open canvas where young minds met not to compete, but to create. One might unveil a book that flew—another, a robot dog that wagged with affection. In Technoville, success wasn’t counted in trophies—it was measured in ideas shared and dreams nurtured.

Even schools were marvels. Nestled inside giant living trees, classrooms pulsed with life. When a student focused hard, the leaves quivered. As they neared an answer, the color would shift, nature nodding its quiet approval. These spaces didn’t just teach facts. They taught feeling.

Transportation was just as magical. Sky-gliding scooters adjusted course mid-air with a thought. High-speed trains zipped silently through clear tunnels, powered by beams of light and crystals tuned to harmony, not disruption. Every home, every building, generates its energy—from wind petals spinning on rooftops to solar crystals dancing in daylight. Excess energy wasn’t wasted; it was shared.

Technoville was more than a city. It was a living, breathing symphony—a collective consciousness shaped by its people. And among them stood three young dreamers on the edge of history.

Busra, the intuitive inventor, sought to understand science with her heart as