Halo: Sangheili vs Humans
Part 1:Life on Sanghelios
As a new day dawned on Sanghelios, war veteran Hrauk 'Faldaree opened his eyes. Immediately, terrible memories flooded him. The Human-Covenant War, the death of his mate, and many horrifying things. But, soon after, memories of great joy filled his mind. His two sons and one, his survival of the Human-Covenant War ten years ago. He stretched and got out of bed. He looked at what a Human would have called a clock and saw that the time was 7.29 in the morning. Too early for me to be walking around the house. He thought to himself. The male Sangheili closed his eyes and fell asleep. However, only a few moments later, the ground beneath him rumbled. He sat up and looked out of the window. It was a UNSC Frigate, getting closer and closer to the planet. Finally, it crashed about a hundred miles from their current position. At first, he was confused. The sounds of screaming and yelling. Seeing the flames all the way from here. But he knew what this meant. It meant war. But why? The Humans are outnumbered, yet they destroy the peace treaty. Something was amiss, but nevertheless, the Sangheili would accept this challenge.
5 Years Later
12 year old Sangheili, Vrawl 'Faldaree, couldn't say he hated his daily exercises, yet sometimes, he wished that he could have a one day off from the Physical Exercises. After all, He thought to himself, I'm just a 13 year old, I can't expect to do too much. "Something bothering you?" T'ras Q'urone asked. "It's nothing." Vrawl replied. T'ras had been his best friend since young, and now, they were on their way back from their Physical Exercise. He made a left turn and looked at the scenery. There was nothing much to expect from the rural areas of the city. Vrawl felt a kind of pity for the Sangheili living here. As they made a right turn, a fist slammed into T'ras's face hard.
He looked to where the fist came from and saw seven full grown Sangheili. Damn. It's one of the local gangs. "You guys from the richer part of town right?" the leader of the gang asked. Neither Vrawl nor T'ras replied as Vrawl helped his friend up. "Don't act dumb. We've been watching you. We know you have money in your pockets. Hand them over.". Oh, so their after our money. Vrawl thought. He was ready to defend himself but hesitated. He was still exhausted from his exercise and now he still had to fight full grown Sangheili. To win, I have to attack first, hard and fast. His fist shot up and caught the first Sangheili in the face, leaving his enemy's lower mandibles at an odd angle. He looked to his left and found T'ras already handling three gang members. That means I have to fight another three. He thought. Not a second had passed before he was on the floor from a kick directed at his back. Vrawl tried to get up but one Sangheili stepped on his head, and attempted to crush him. A howl of pain escaped Vrawl's mouth and he managed to slide his head to one side before his head was crushed.
He stood and delivered a hard blow to the neck of the Sangheili who had tried to crush his head. He turned to look at T'ras and was amazed to see he had crippled one of his assailants. But while looking at his friend, the air was knocked out of him as a powerful strike hit his stomach. He sank to his knees. Two Sangheili held his arms so that he couldn't strike his enemies. He looked up, and before he could take in anything, a fist slammed into the side of his head. The only reason he did not hit the ground was because of the two Sangheili holding him in place. A kick was then delivered to his ribs. Then the Sangheili who had beaten him so badly, took a thick sheet of wood, and smashed it into his ribs so hard, not only did he hear a cracking sound from his ribs and his own scream of agony, but the sheet of wood was broken in half. This time, the two Sangheili who had been holding him in place dropped him, and walked slowly towards a poor T'ras, who was badly beaten by his two attackers, yet kept fighting. As Vrawl watched helplessly, he smelt burning flesh. He saw that a plasma burn appeared on one of his assailant's back. Then two Elite minors and one major stepped into his view. Assured that he would be safe, unconsciousness took over.
The news came as a shock but to see the state of his second born son was worse. Hrauk 'Faldaree had seen much worse on the battlefield. He had fought alongside the Arbiter against Tartaraus, Cheiftain of the Brutes, and saw one Sangheili push a younger one away to save the young Sangheili's life, but at the cost of his own. But seeing his son like this made him feel like weeping. He sat down on a chair and decided that maybe he would wait for him to regain consciousness. But sleep claimed him first.
Vrawl's eyes opened. He had no idea how long he was out. Seeing his father asleep on a chair next to his bed, he could clearly see an old scar of war the former General had. Vrawl was always disgusted with the idea of killing another as a soldier. But after seeing the Sangheili Major and minors fighting valiantly for the good of all, he had decided that that would be his ambition, to join the army and kill the Humans who had waged war on Sanghelios.
Author's Note: Yes, I know, quite a short part. But this is my first time writing so don't be too hard on me. I was thinking on writing this but from the Human's perspective but I found that we all know what is going on in a human's mind so I decided to write from the perspective of a Sangheili, an alien. So I hope you all enjoy.