Chapter 1: Lost and Reborn

Cold. That was the first thing I felt. I could feel the cold breeze nip at my skin. I could feel the rest of my body communicate to my mind as I began to feel my body to start functioning. My eyes began feeling annoyed by something warm and dim. I opened my eyes only to quickly shut them tight from the blinding pain of something bright. I roughly bring my arms up and put my hands over my pain filled eyes. I began to adapt to the bright light while my eyes stayed shut and soon opened when the pain had fully subsided. My eyes took in the light and began to make out shapes and colors. Bright colors.

The sky was bright blue with some low clouds that neared the line of tall spikes. The spikes were thin and tall with dark green needles that were in bundles that connected to a thin branch. These branches connected with an even thicker branch that stuck out of the dark wood trunk. The name pine trees came to my mind as I looked away from the sky and to the ground. The land around me was of lush and healthy green blades that covered the area. Grass, that what these organic green blades were. There were also these blobs of green grass, except the inside had thin branches that held the plant together. Bushes, that is what it was if I remembered correctly. The wider and oddly shaped grass blades layered over each other except near the ground and in a few spots where the plant’s grass was ripped or picked. Leafs, this was a bush with oddly shaped leafs.

I then looked over to myself and examine my brown body. I saw no marks of pain, my body clean and unharmed. Testing if I was unharmed, I began moving my limbs and body more, getting used to the sensation of moving again. I felt a bit stiff, but mobile. I lifted myself up onto my feet to get a better look around the area. I slowly gained my balance, waving my arms and gaining my bearings in my strong legs. I took a few steps that felt like they were my first. I wobbled and held my arms out to stay up. I took a few more steps, this time with more control and less strain focusing on balancing my body. With a few more tries, I was walking normally and steady. I looked around the forest I was in, noticing more details and color. After looking around, I began walking in a random direction.

As I walked, I saw more new things such as bushes with sour berries that I didn't like. I saw new trees and plants that I have yet to find a name for. As I walked, I began to gain my senses of smell and hearing to its full. I could hear the flying creatures of feathers give out a nice tone and smell the scent of animals that have passed through or were near me. The flying ones with feathers were called birds as my memories have been slowly coming back. As time went on more and more memories came back, but only the basic of things I could remember so far. As time went on, I began to feel less afraid and more stronger with myself, running through the brush at a blur took little to no strain on my mind now as I began to feel something new. Freedom.

Feeling the wind on my body and the determination in my heart was all I needed to know what I was free. Free from something I didn’t know, nor did I want to know, but it felt exhilarating. I began to slow down near a waterfall with a bank of crystal clean water flowing from the waterfall. I crouched and approached the clean water. I took a few gulps of the delicious water and looked around the clearing and noticed something that seemed out of place. There was a campsite by the banks of the crystal clear pond. I walked slowly and quietly over to the camp. I lowered myself and hid behind some bushes and saw something that had my full attention. There was a creature that stood on two legs and had two arms, just like me.

By how its slightly bulky body structure was, I could easily tell that it was a male. But that is where the similarities had ended. He had a light gray fur with a light blue feathered head. His arms were like that of birds I saw flying around. And just like the birds, he had a set of feathery blue wings with white stripes in them. Even more similarities that I saw about him was that he had a dull yellow beak and sharp ruby eyes that matched that of a predator. While he did look like a strong predator that he was, but compared to me, he was a rat compared to a cat, whatever that meant. In size, he was much smaller than me. I stood a good 2 feet taller and was way more muscular and had a much stronger figure than him.

I didn’t care who was better, I was just intrigued that I was seeing something new. I then caught the scent of something, something that was delicious. He had several big fishes. The big were hanging on the big hooks that were attached to a wooden pole. I observed him for a few more minutes before I decided I wanted to interact with him, just to get a better look at him and see if he could lend some of his big fish He had been catching fish with a rode with string and also using a spear. I silently approached him and even when I was a meter away, he had failed to notice me being in his presence. I gave out a low grunt, getting his attention. He turned around to go wide eyes when he saw me.

“M... M-monster!” He squawked taking a few steps back. I saw the fear and shock in his eyes, making me ever more curious about him. He took a few more steps into the water, looking as if he’s ready to run. I took a step back, wanting to show that I meant no harm. That was a mistake. He then quickly reached down and grabbed one of his spears in the water and pointed it at me. I took another step back, memories of what a spear was coming back to me in an instant. He was threatening me. This bird-animal dared to hurt me or even… Kill me?

He then quickly dashed at me with the spear aiming towards my chest. I dodge to the right and clearly avoided the danger that I was about to be in. He tried attacking me again, but only to miss my blurring movements. I tried talking friendly, but only deep unintelligent growls came out of my maw. Right as I was going to leave it alone, he then he threw it. I didn’t expect him throwing the spear and it hit me. I felt something sharp cut my shoulder that cut deep enough to draw my nearly black and neon purple blood. I stopped in mid walk, as if something had snapped inside me. I then felt something in my gut began to roar with a mighty fire. He wanted to end me, I wanted to live, and I had to change that.

I grabbed the jagged spear from the ground with a bit of my flesh on the hook like blade. I growled in… Anger. I felt anger that he had hurt me. Anger that he wanted to end me when I did nothing wrong. I picked up the spear and threw it with all of my strength, making it but a bullet like blur to the naked eye. I hit him directly in the chest with deadly accuracy, sticking him on a thick oak tree near the banks of the water. I walked over to him as he gurgled up blood from his beak and struggled to get away, but was stuck to the tree as much as the spear was. I lower myself to get into his eye level and looked into his fear filled eyes.

I saw absolute terror in him as he struggled to get free, only to cut and tear his inside up more. I felt something new in me... Something... Good. I felt good. I felt power. I had shown this bird animal my power and strength over his weak mind. The very thought of thinking he could top me would be his very downfall. The actions of him trying to kill me, becoming his miserable death. The lights in his eyes started to fade and I quickly grabbed his throat, choking him slowly, watching the terror grow and the life fade away in his eyes of defeat. I then increased pressure enough to break the bird’s hollow bone neck. With the sudden and yet satisfying cracking, finally, he hung limp on the spear's pole with death. With the life in his ruby orbs now gone, I let my grip go and release him, letting him hang on the impaled spear as a puddle of blood stained the lush grass below.

Then thoughts of what to do came into my mind. My survival instincts still kicked in. Thoughts of tools and supplies came to mind as they were essential for my survival. I began collecting and gathering things I found that I wound need. First I made clothing, to keep myself warm if it got cold. I used the olive green cloth of the tent as my fabric. I cut a hole in the middle to fit my head and cut parts to fit my arms. I then cut the extra lengths of cloth off and kept it a bit below my thins and stopping near my knees. I used a small dagger to cut it the fabric with and used some thick rope as a belt to keep the clothing together.

After that, I used the rest of the cloth to make a big sack like pouch with thick rope as straps to hold it on my back. I then walked away from the destroyed tent and wrapped the big fish in thin white cloth put then my backpack. I began scavenging the fishing hooks and any tools I could find. I had a hand full of vitreous hooks and lot of strong fishing string. I had also found a big woodcutter's ax that was like long handled hatchet in my hands. I had collected all of the spears and picked the three biggest ones, breaking the spear tips off of the smaller ones. I had put the sharp objects and dagger into this small treasure chest I had emptied. It was the size of a large tool box compared to me and would be perfect in holding sharp objects and storing valuables. With my new tool box in my left hand, my spears in right hand, and my filled sack on my back, I began my walk out of campsite. Just before I left, I looked over at the pale corps that was impaled into the tree, leaking what little blood he had left. The blood had managed to make a little river, ending to where the grass and sand meet. I looked into the now dead eyes with slightly white fuzz to them, seeing the terror still plastered onto his now pale face.

"Weak." I spoke in a dark growl. My voice was as deep as the oceans and dark as the night. I didn't speak in the hybrid's language, but in my own. But I still understood his words clear as day when he called me a monster. But I couldn’t make the world to communicate back. I shook my head, breaking my eyes away from the blood dry corps. I brought my thoughts onto more important matters. I looked up into the sky, noticing the sun was curving towards the edge of the horizon. It wasn't at the point of a sunset, but was nearing the mountains and was already starting to cast longer shadows. Then the ideas of shelter came into mind as I began trenching into the shady forest, hoping to find somewhere to eat and rest.

I stood tall as I walked in the brush of the unknown forest. My memories of my origins or what I am still was blackened out. I began to collect knowledge of things as time went on, but nothing of my past or who I am came to my mind. I knew the difference of murder and peace, but killing him just felt so... Right. As if it was normal too take lives, but not that of any. But of those that had dishonored me. Another new word, but it felt so close and meaningful. Honor. I had honor! But of what? I search in my mind for these answers, but just blacken visions of the past that still elude me. I gave a deep grunt as I shake my head, now putting my thoughts on important matters such as on where I'll sleep for the night. I then came up with idea with the ideal places to bunker down.

"Cave." I said deeply, looking over to my left to see a small mountain peaking over the tree lines. Over those trees I saw a darker small spot the resembled hole in the mountain. And it was a cave. Without a second thought, I began to skillfully sprint over fallen trees and rocks as I made my way over to the base of the mountain. I found a trail that made a few Z lines up the mountain. I climbed the mountain and jogged on the trail with ease, even with the tools and food I had required, it took little effort for me to make it to the caves door. The cave was huge, reaching over two trees tall and a tree and a half long laying down from end to end. I looked into the dim cave, unable to see much past from the entrance. I then slowly walked into the darkness, my eyes surprisingly adjusting well to the dark. If anything, my eyes seemed lest strained from all of the bright colors in the forest.

As I walked deeper into the cave, I began to feel something warm around a corner. With big spear in hand I quickly turned around to find something I had never seen before, but one word came out of my maw.

"Gold." I said, looking at the torch lit room. Piles and piles of shimmering gold and silver like objects and gems lay in a massive pile that reached up to my head. I looked around and into the mess of riches. I was about to take a gem, but stopped. I felt something in my gut stop me.

"This isn't mine." I thought, pulling my hand back from the piles of diamonds and gold.

"This belongs to someone, someone with honor to have such a hoard." I though again, stepping back from the hoard and looking for who owned it. I searched the rest of the cave to find no living soul. I then walked near the entrance of the cave and gathered some stones, forming a small circle. After that, I then walked out of the cave and over to a burnt dead tree that I had found on my climb. I cut the dead plant down and dragged it into the cave. I began cutting the trunk into parts and chunks with my ax. I then put some extra cloth in the circle and stacked some twigs and sticks on top of the cloth. I then stacked three logs on top of the sticks and walked back to the treasure room and grabbed one of the torches. I came back to my makeshift camp and gave life to the campfire.

After I got the fire going, I walked over to the stump that I had turned into a short table, using it to gut the fish. I used the broken spears as knives to skin off the scales and get rid of the organs. When I finished preparing the fishes, I quickly cooked the food close to the fire. By the time I was cooking my food, the sun had fallen and night had invaded the sky. Stars were scattered throughout the sky, some forming constellations and beautiful pictures to the imagination. The snow white moon was reaching its peak in the sky when I had finished my meal. While I ate the juicy fish, I looked up into the darken sky, searching into the stars for answers. I spent a few minutes thinking to myself, asking myself of whom I was or what I was. I shook my head, tossing another log into the fire; I sat down and curled into a ball next to the fire, hoping to find something. Something of my past or who I am.

Author's Note

What the Sangheili full body looks like if your not a Halo fan or too lazy to look it up.

The Sangheili in this story stands 7 ft 8 in in (Approximately 2.4 meters) And is a shady grayish brown with bright sap like yellow snake eyes.

First chapter of "Sentient Difference" Hope you all enjoyed it! This story is something I've had in my head and had to put it on paper, or in this case a Google doc. Also, to those that have been waiting for updates on Lord Of Bones and Prepare for Titanfall. I have two more stories that have kept my time from working on them. I'll try to get back in touch with those stories, but for the meantime, I'll see what I can do. Anyway, if you liked this, click that like button and if you could be kind enough to leave a comment, I would enjoy hearing what people have to say. If you dislike this, please do tell what had drawn you to bring the red thumbs down onto my work. That's all I got to say so far, have a good day or night.