Sarf and the Soldier
#1 of Short Stories
A short story I wrote about a hunting pack leader and his last moments.
~After an ambush on a U.C.A.M. convoy Sarf Warpaw and his pack of Dire Wolf hunters prepare to execute the survivors.~
"Please... Were only here to instill peace..." - Tied up U.C.A.M. Sargent
"You call killing unarmed civilians instilling peace... YOU FILTHY HUMANS ARE ALL ALIKE!" - Sarf Warpaw
"GO TO HELL!" - U.C.A.M. Sargent
The Sargent activates his rigged battle armor causing an explosion that engulfs all of Sarf's hunting party in a blinding orange inferno. Sarf climbs out of the smoke, his fur charred and his face scarred from burns. He lets out retched coughs that stings at his lungs. he falls on his back and looks into the smoke, as it clears he sees disfigured corpses and limbs skewn about the land, his former pack. He sees no survivors among the dead. He is all that's left. He hears the distant boom of thunder, a strong wind blows across his muzzle. Sarf looks up into the sky as rain drops start gently pattering around him, he knows that he has done his tribe honor and that his time is soon too end. A sudden snap draws his attention. A U.C.A.M. Soldier limps towards him, a handgun clutched in their right hand.
"Human... Haven't you already done enough killing for one day..." - Sarf
The U.C.A.M. Soldier falls on their knees and looks up at Sarf, streaks of water running down their cracked visor.
"I never wanted to kill anyone... I joined to help... Now I'm going to die... On a planet I don't even know the name of..." - Limping U.C.A.M. Soldier
The soldier removes their helmet, it clunks on the wet ground. Sarf looks at the solider, Hes only a boy, he cant be older then eighteen. Blood and tears run down the soldiers face as he struggles to move closer to Sarf, dragging his right leg on the ground.
"You lie human... Your all the same... All you want is to kill us and steal our home..." - Sarf
Sarf lets out a coarse cough, blood splatters out of his mouth. The soldier drags himself over top of Sarf, he slowly raises his handgun. Another explosion of thunder rumbles in the distance. The soldier flinches and drops the handgun, he looks down at Sarf, fear and pain showing in his eyes.
"You fear the thunder..." - Sarf
The soldier collapses backwards into the mud, he lets out a moan as he falls. Sarf pulls himself up too look at the boy, tears fall down his face mixing with his blood and the rain.
"You wont die boy... Your wounds will heal... My time draws near... You must promise me something..." - Sarf
The soldier looks up at Sarf, raindrops patter on his face and chest.
"Promise me... You will leave my home... And return to yours..." - Sarf
With this Sarf looks up into the sky letting the rain fall on his charred and damaged body. He can feel the rain as it drips past his fur onto his body, The feeling becomes one of bliss as he losses all other senses and slips from his mortal coil. The soldier watches as Sarf closes his eyes and takes his last breath.
"_ I promise... _" - Soldier