Arrakis, 10191
In the moonlit expanse of the desert, Khala found herself alone, the soft sands beneath her feet whispering tales of forgotten dreams and shattered promises. Feyd, her former love, remained a distant figure in Giedi Prime, his presence a mere echo in the winds that swept across Arrakis.
Yet even in his absence, his memory lingered like a ghost, haunting her every thought.
"House Atreides came and left in a matter of days," Khala spoke into the silence, her voice carried away by the desert breeze. "They're all gone. Slaughtered by the Harkonnens, their blood staining the sands of Arrakis."
The weight of her words hung heavy in the air, a solemn tribute to the lives lost and the pain that lingered in their wake. In the absence of Feyd's embrace, Khala felt the sting of loneliness pierce her heart, a reminder of the sacrifices she had made in pursuit of freedom and justice.
"I wish you were here," she whispered into the night, her words a silent prayer carried on the wings of hope. "To stand by my side, to share in the burden of our shared destiny."
But Feyd remained a distant figure, his presence relegated to memories of a past she could no longer reclaim.
The hardest thing for Khala was that she had not the faintest idea how Feyd was doing. Was he hopeful or vengeful? Did he miss her like she missed him?
She did not know, and she could not blame anyone but herself. This was her doing.
In his absence, Khala found solace in the camaraderie of her newfound brethren, the Fremen, their shared purpose binding them together in the struggle against the tyranny of the Harkonnens.
As the stars painted patterns across the velvet sky, Khala felt a flicker of determination ignite within her soul. Though Feyd was far away, his legacy lived on in her heart, a guiding light in the darkness that threatened to consume them all. And as she stood beneath the watchful gaze of the desert moon, Khala vowed to honor the memory of her lost love, to fight for a future where their sacrifices would not be in vain.
For in the sands of Arrakis, amidst the whispers of the wind, she found the strength to carry on, to forge a path forward that would lead them to victory, and to a new dawn of hope.
On that fateful night of the Atreides slaughter, Khala stood witness to the Emperor's insatiable thirst for power, a hunger that had driven him to unleash his deadliest weapon: the Sardaukar.
Clad in the garb of their Harkonnen allies, the Emperor's elite soldiers descended upon House Atreides with ruthless efficiency, their presence shrouded in betrayal and deceit. Khala fought alongside her fellow Fremen against the onslaught of the Sardaukar, their blades clashing in a symphony of steel amidst the chaos of battle.
Though outnumbered and outmatched, the Fremen refused to yield, their determination fueled by the memory of their fallen brethren and the injustice of their cause. The Sardaukar proved to be formidable adversaries, their precision and skill honed by a lifetime of hardship and adversity.
Khala recalled her conversations with the Reverend Mother, who had spoken of the Sardaukar's upbringing on a harsh and unforgiving planet, where survival meant embracing brutality and ruthlessness as tools of conquest.
But Khala also knew that the Fremen shared a similar heritage, forged in the crucible of Arrakis' harsh desert sands. Raised amidst scarcity and strife, the Fremen had learned to adapt and thrive in an environment that demanded nothing less than unwavering resilience and resourcefulness.
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Khala didn't know why Stilgar had taken so long. She was fearful for Chani, who had been selected to join the daily scout around their perimeters.
When Stilgar's scout group finally came back, however, there were two unfamiliar faces, and one familiar one gone. They carried a body bag between them.
Khala saw the two newcomer's eyes were not blue.
As the newcomers drew closer, Khala's gaze lingered on their faces, searching for any clue to their identity and purpose. Though their eyes lacked the distinctive blue of the Fremen, there was something in their demeanor that spoke of resilience and determination, qualities that resonated deeply with Khala's own experiences.
Stilgar approached, his expression grave yet determined. Khala sat on a ledge on the array of rocks, watching the newcomers.
"Khala," he said, his voice steady despite the weight of the moment, "these are Paul Atreides and Lady Jessica, travelers who have sought refuge among our people."
Khala's eyes widened in surprise at the mention of the Atreides name. She had never imagined that its scion would walk among them now, a stranger in their midst.
The failed Kwizatz Haderach and the defiant Bene Gesserit. Lady Jessica was the Bene Gesserit she had heard so much about; the reason she had met Feyd in the first place.
She felt a flicker of respect towards Lady Jessica.
"And the body bag?" Khala asked, unable to suppress her curiosity. Stilgar's gaze softened, a hint of sadness flickering in his eyes.
"It contains the remains of one of our own who fell in battle with the Harkonnens," he explained. "A brave warrior who gave his life in defense of our people. Jamis."
Khala bowed her head in silent reverence, her heart heavy with the weight of their loss. Though she had never known the fallen warrior personally, his sacrifice served as a stark reminder of the dangers they faced and the price of their freedom.
Turning her attention to Paul and Lady Jessica, Khala felt a mixture of apprehension and intrigue. What secrets did they carry with them, and what role would they play in the struggle against the Harkonnens? Only time would tell, but Khala knew that their arrival marked a turning point in their fight for survival amidst the harsh sands of Arrakis.
Khala jumped off the ledge and followed the group, joining Chani at her side.
The moment they entered the cave, shouts erupted at the newcomers. They had come with no warning, much different to when Leonara had entered all those years ago.
People swarmed the group, shouting curses at Paul and Lady Jessica for killing Jamis, hating the newcomers.
But Khala heard something that chilled her to the bone. She shared a look with Chani. Fear at her people, the blind beliefs they followed that had been planted by Leonara's people centuries ago to control the Fremen.
Lisan Al Gaib.
Voice from the outer world.
AN: Stay patient pookies, I will try to make it so that we see Feyd maybe in 2-3 chapters, and then it will be lovey dovey (not really) for a very long timeeee
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