Post by Kenny on Dec 27, 2012 1:10:22 GMT -6
(Recently while listening to 'Hurt' by Johnny Cash I got the feeling to write a story that could go along with it. While I know this isn't written very well due to me being tired and using an iPhone, I hope you all enjoy nonetheless.)
(Song:
The Sangheili fell to his knees as he quickly blinked. He looked down and saw the sword he had just pushed through his own chest, blood starting to pour out. He sniffed then closed his eyes as he lowered his left hand away from the blade's handle.
When he opened his eyes he saw a female Sangheili standing before him who was gleaming with life. He was still on his knees with a blank expression as he looked into his wife's eyes. The warrior extended his left hand towards her, but as it made contact she gasped and started turning to stone.
As he lowered his hand to it's original position he heard a small voice. Getting up and turning around he saw a small, baby Elite on the floor wrapped in some sort of cloth. It looked up and eyed it's father hopefully but only received the old beings blank expression in return. It began standing up and as it did so the baby grew into a young boy and stood in front of the old warrior. The Sangheili only sighed and smacked his son across the room. In response the child walked back looking older and slightly angry. The father only pointed away and the younger Sangheili compliantly went, leaving the elder.
He turned back around and saw dust in place of his wife. Looking farther he saw a window. Old friends stood, looking at him with kindness in they're eyes. Though as he looked at them they too simply turned into dust one-by-one leaving the Sangheili alone.
Turning back around he saw his son pointing a sword at him. The now young man looked angry as a sword appeared in the old warrior's left hand too. As the younger Elite charged he blinked and upon opening his eyes saw a sword from across the room and his hand pointing a sword at his son's throat. Though instead of killing him, the father started walking away. He kept walking down what seemed like an endless hallway until it suddenly stopped, causing him to run into a wall.
Opening his eyes the old Sangheili felt a tear roll down his face as the last moments of his life slipped away and the shouting of another warrior was heard. But words meant nothing to him now as he fell to the ground and his eyes closed once more.
(Song:
The Sangheili fell to his knees as he quickly blinked. He looked down and saw the sword he had just pushed through his own chest, blood starting to pour out. He sniffed then closed his eyes as he lowered his left hand away from the blade's handle.
When he opened his eyes he saw a female Sangheili standing before him who was gleaming with life. He was still on his knees with a blank expression as he looked into his wife's eyes. The warrior extended his left hand towards her, but as it made contact she gasped and started turning to stone.
As he lowered his hand to it's original position he heard a small voice. Getting up and turning around he saw a small, baby Elite on the floor wrapped in some sort of cloth. It looked up and eyed it's father hopefully but only received the old beings blank expression in return. It began standing up and as it did so the baby grew into a young boy and stood in front of the old warrior. The Sangheili only sighed and smacked his son across the room. In response the child walked back looking older and slightly angry. The father only pointed away and the younger Sangheili compliantly went, leaving the elder.
He turned back around and saw dust in place of his wife. Looking farther he saw a window. Old friends stood, looking at him with kindness in they're eyes. Though as he looked at them they too simply turned into dust one-by-one leaving the Sangheili alone.
Turning back around he saw his son pointing a sword at him. The now young man looked angry as a sword appeared in the old warrior's left hand too. As the younger Elite charged he blinked and upon opening his eyes saw a sword from across the room and his hand pointing a sword at his son's throat. Though instead of killing him, the father started walking away. He kept walking down what seemed like an endless hallway until it suddenly stopped, causing him to run into a wall.
Opening his eyes the old Sangheili felt a tear roll down his face as the last moments of his life slipped away and the shouting of another warrior was heard. But words meant nothing to him now as he fell to the ground and his eyes closed once more.
