So, here’s my second fan fiction featuring my character, Rem 'Dawmee. It’s basically a diary of his life.
Day 1 (February, 2501) – My father has given me a diary to write in. I like it; it’s a place for me to speak to myself.
Day 2 (May, 2505) – I haven’t had the need to write in my diary for quite a while. However, I wish to write in here because my training as a Sangheili warrior is going strangely. My mentor has been talking with my father; I doubt they think that I am behind on my training. In fact, I think I’m going better then I should be doing. They must think something is wrong with me. I hope they don’t, I am an amazing trainee in my opinion.
Day 3 (November, 2511) – I have been presented with my own set of armour from my father. It’s our traditional family armour. Gleaming silver armour that shines in the Sangheilios sun, it’s heavy. It weighs me down. My fighting style is a lot more rugged and sluggish. I guess I will have to become used to it. It would be extremely dishonourable to shun my armour because it ruins my fighting style.
Day 4 (August, 2514) – No! No, why!? Rogue Sangheili has killed my father. I will hunt them down, and kill them! Slice their throats and destroy them! I am setting out tonight, to find these savages and avenge my father! RAAAARRGH!!!
Day 5 (August 23rd, 2514) – My armour has been singed by the ones who killed my father. They left me to die in a small river. My arm, both legs and neck has been partially sliced. I was close to death when a scavenger of some sort found me, my experience of this has left me with wisdom that I shouldn’t let my anger lash out, but I will avenge my father. No matter the cost.
Day 6 (July, 2520) – Heh, I haven’t made an entry to my diary since the time my father died. I am currently staying on Sangheilios; I’m not joining the Covenant. I wish to stay here and tend to my mother and battle in traditional Sangheili combat. Yes, I have near perfected the art; I fight many Sangheili combatants a day. I most usually win, although the only reason I am amazing at it is from my experiences many years ago. I still have my scars. They will stay forever.
(Part 1, life before the Covenant)
