True Sangheili Warrior

by TheDevil'sSin

Sometimes rules can be bent. A small change can cause so many new possibilities. Do you think adding Wighen 'Quitonmee is a bad idea? Why don't you follow the Covenant story that was hidden far away in the mind of a young elite? Just wait until the elite meets the Spartans. (Rating might change during war areas)

1. The Councilor's Decision

(Halo Series Fan-Fiction/I do not own Halo)

Metal clicks against metal as my father walks into the room. He is a Councilor; the most honored of all of our kind. His large, odd headdress makes me wonder how he can even fight. He is a very skilled fighter, though, especially with his energy sword. The rest of his armor is kind of normal amongst the other Sangheili in combat. The armor slightly blinds me as light reflects from the metallic-silver color. He barely glances at me as I whisper his name.

"Father-" I begin again.

"Wighen 'Quitonmee! Not now!" His split jaw, chin, and lip tense with frustration.

"Yes, Opha 'Quitonmee." I turn, not wanting to look at his face. I hear a long, dreadful sigh behind me.

"Wighen 'Quitonmee…we're going to lose this war to the Humans. Our greatest fighters are either dead or already in combat. The humans steal our weapons, our cities, then use them for no good or destroy them!" My father slams his fist next to the control pad. I stare out over the small colony of females and few males. The purple and blue structures, in which the Sangheili house themselves, glow ghostly amongst the dim sky. "Daughter, I believe I have to do the unthinkable."

I slightly turn my head to him. I wrap my four fingered left hand around the support beam. Opha 'Quitonmee stares back at me. I can see the fear and disappointment in his eyes. "What are you going to do?"

"With my blood and my father's blood in your veins, you are a skilled fighter-"

"Nonsense! You can't send me out there! I'm a female! I'm small, weak! It's against the High Council agreement!"

"I am the most honored one of all. I just have to run it over with the High Commander. I will send you out there tomorrow, just let me tell you the rules later then you're an official Sangheili warrior."

My throat closes up. I try to speak but my father walks off. I lean against the wall, wondering what I am going to do. I trot into the room where I sleep, and collapse onto the resting area. I gaze at the ceiling, listening to my father discussing the issue with Eaite 'Rapeamee- the High Commander. I feel my eyes drift close, as memories of my female Sangheili life flash by.