A/N: I think this is the deepest thing I've written, and it was written in five minutes.
One more time, he thought, dragging himself along with his only good hand. His other was nothing more than dead weight, after he recieved his arm wound.
The lone soldier was slowly progressing through the forest, hoping to get out from under the dense canopy. There was something he wanted to see one last time.
His body was covered in his own blood, and his left arm had a huge gash is it, which had ruined the muscles that controlled his hand. He was too lighted headed to walk, after he lost a lot of his blood.
He was approaching the cliff that he and his platoon had passed on their way through the wood. It gave a perfect overlook of the mountain, and the sun heating the planet.
He pulled himself along, and the rested against a tree when he was able to see the orange orb in the sky, just above the mountain range. Any minute now, the sun would set.
The soldier sighed, leaning back as he remembered how much he loved the sight of the sunset. While he was growing up, he often would stay up late just to see the sunset on his own planet.
The sunlight blinded him, but he didn't care. There was little chance the he would even survive at all. He felt the warm glow on his body, and a gentle smile grew. He was savoring the moment. This would be the last time he ever saw the one sight the he loved so much.
Life was like a sun, he mused. During the sunrise, it was a birth of something beautiful. While it was high in the sky, it was dangerous and you could get sunburned if you weren't careful. The sunset was the most beautiful part of life. Going out with a glorious sensation of color and a glamorious warmth. Then, came the cold night of death.
The sun began to lower behind the mountains, and the soldier began to feel himself tugged away, as if the sun wanted to take him down with it. He struggled to fight it, only going to let go when the sun was gone.
The fight was not unnoticed however. One of the soldiers enemies walked out of the forest, and saw the easy kill.
The soldier looked away from the sun at the sounds of the footsteps of his enemy, and then looked back. He was ready, ready to die. The sun slowly sank behind the mountains and then disappeared.
Smiling the soldier stared into the fading orange light left behind by the sun, and heard the shot. His body slumped over, lifeless and useless. His spirit wandered to the cold death of night, only to find that in death came the warm light of a son.
The Spartan kicked the dead Kig-Yar's corpse, making sure that it was dead. There were bullet holes covering its body, and a rather big gash on its arm. The eyes were glazed over, and staring off into the distance.
Following the corpses line of sight, he saw the last bits of orange sunlight fade. Then came the silence of night, the silence of the dead.
Who needs sunlight? The Spartan thought. It exposes you, shows who and where you are. Gives you away. Night is the relief of the damned and the troubled. It was peaceful, with the stars sparkling above.
Perhaps the most notable was the fact that the demons come out at the dawn of night...