On Lorien, the night of it's destruction
The man stumbled among the rubble of his home. The pictures of his loved ones were shattered and ripped. The precious loralite ring he had mined and made himself for his wife was cracked into pieces and scattered on the dusty floor. He started crying as he saw his wife's body broken, her head covered in blood.
Their baby, due tomorrow. Their happy day turned dark, his wife dead. But he saw through his tears a chance for the baby. His wife's lower body was unscarred. She had been dead for scarcely two minutes, and he realized that as the baby was almost ready to come into the world, it would have been preparing to support itself.
He picked up a sharp piece of metal, a piece of their bedframe, and wiped his tears. He slowly made an incision down his wife's stomach. The flesh opened and he threw down the metal, reaching into his wife's body and pulling out the baby. It was crying, covered with blood.
He set the baby on his lap and cut the umbilical cord shakily with the metal, tying up the end and pushing a thimble into the navel.
He wrapped the baby in a white towel and ran as fast as he could, while keeping the baby, a boy, as gentle as he could in his arms. It still cried, the man could hear screams and roars.
He saw three men loading a spaceship at the museum and stopped. "Please, please take my son!" He said through tears. One of the men handed the one in the ship a baby. The man ran inside of the ship.
The man who handed the baby off looked at him and saw the desperation in his eyes. He hesitated and the other man said, "What are you doing?"
The man gestured at him and he held out his son. He looked around and saw the invaders coming closer. Five hundred feet.
The man took his son gently and pushed him onto the ship. The man came back without the baby and saw the boy crying on the floor. He picked him up and ran inside.
Four hundred feet away. One of the men jumped onto the ship and began pulling up the ramp. The man's heart skipped a beat. "Wait!" He threw a thick envelope up into the ship. "GIVE THAT TO MY SON!"
Three hundred feet away. The ship's rockets fired up and started to lift. He and the other man backed away and watched. He couldn't keep his tears in. "GOOD-BYE!" He yelled to his son, though he knew even if his son could hear, he wouldn't remember.
Two hundred feet away. The rocket was now in the air and rising quickly. The two men turned and watched the invaders draw swords.
One hundred feet away.
I'm sorry if the beginning was a bit gruesome.