Aljur is still carrying us while running away. I think I can move fine now, but yeah, it's kinda fun to have a ride on this armour. I was kinda getting sleepy in just a few seconds, however, just how I was wishing that it won't rain with claws, it rained from behind. I was shocked. They shot us with about, nine pieces or so. It stopped. Nothing hitted. 

"You alright there?" Father asked me. I looked at him. He looked at me too. We are looking at each other. I gave him a thumbs up. He gave me a thumbs up too. We thumbs upped each other. You see, Aljur is holding me up with his left hand, while father is between his armpits on the right, and Ida on the other. I looked at Ida who's above me. I saw her. She's closing her eyes. 

"Hey, are you awake?" I asked Ida. She didn't answer. She seems to be sleeping peacefully. So yeah, she's sleeping. She's having sweet dreams. Well, just as I was staring at her, I felt something. The feeling I felt was on the lower part of my left leg. It was really hurted hurting. Ouchy ouchy ouch ouch. There was a claw in my leg. My leg is bleeding. I paused for a second. Aljur stopped. I screamed while shaking myself let to right. "AHHHHHHH!!!!! RUN FASTER ALJUR RUN FASTER RAAAAWAAHH!!" 

"Shhh, be quiet for now." Father said. Listening to what he said, I did so. I shutted my mouth up. Aljur continued. Still, I want to kill those things. I am the rule here. It hurts. Should I eat them? I don't know. I want to. I really want to. I don't wanna know. I don't wanna know. Should I? Should I really I? I don't care. Where's his horse? Shouldn't be be riding one? And why doesn't he have a shield? He's a guard.

I'm an alien. A very alien from another planet. I came from a UFO, United Federation Orthodox something I don't know what it actually really means. I just call it UFO, to simply put. Are you an alien? Are you? Am I too? I am. You are. I know well that I am an alien. I am a proud alien that is called Lylia. This is not really my name, but that's my alias. I don't like my reality name. I Don't remember why. I just forgot. My Lylia one is cooler, because I think so. 

Now that I think about it, the sensation on my leg doesn't really hurt, actually. I can just, feel it. Yeah, right. It's bleeding, just fine. Though, I don't think I should actually bother about it. I hate getting hurt, even if this is a dream, I want to be living peacefully. I hate this. Well, it's not that bad. It feels good. Very great, because it's warm. I want to feel it again. I want to feel it even more. Something more exciting. 

"Aljur, stop for a moment and drop me off." I ordered. 

"What are you planning to do?" Father asked. 

"Nothing, just stop the golem." I replied. As usual, we stared at each other. We are staring with our eyes open. We are staring with our eyes. We are staring from our eyes. We are staring from eye to eye. He then added. "Sure." As he said that, Aljur stopped. He then gently dropped me to the ground. I am standing. I walked behind him. I stood up proudly with me arms spreaded. I waited. I waited for the claws to come flying to us again, and it did. There are claws flying towards us. I am going to accept it wholeheartedly. I got hit on my left shoulder and right knee. It hurts. It feels good. I'm bleeding. I didn't smile, they suck at aiming, this is fine enough though. 

"Lylia, it's good and all to have such an interesting interest, but don't overdo yourself." Father said. I nodded. After that, father also got off and stood up. He's walking now. Though, Ida is still sleeping, so she'll be staying with Aljur. We then run to the same direction. It was a pain to catch up with them at first, but I got used to it. 

"They don't seem to be chasing us anymore." I said. 

"I thought so too." Father added. Few steps later, father stopped. We stopped as well. We're now in front of a large looking door made of stone. Or, should I say a gate? Whatever, I'll just call it a freaking door. There are designed that kinda looks like an ancient door. I stared at it. The door looks cool. Father then said. "We're here." 

"What's that?" I asked father. He didn't reply. He didn't say anything. He walked towards the door. He touches the door. He looked at it. He smiled. He then added. "Lylia, could you please lend me your hand?" 

"My hand?" I replied with a question. 

"Indeed." He said.

"Why though?" I asked. 

"You'll just know." He replied. Doing as what he asked, I handed my right hand to him like a hand shake. He holds my hand. He moves my hand towards the door. The door glowed. The lines that are kind of a design which is kinda hard to describe glowed a violet light. It was glowing very bright. As it glowed, the door slowly moved. The door opened.