DUNE-A False Haderach (OC X Shishakli) (OC x Alia)

Untitled Part 14

Chapter 8a

INZAL KAZAB CORRINO

Inzal led his group to the mouth of the empty Sietch he had scouted earlier. From the second he had left to rescue Jamis and his men, he had realized that this future and ambitions no longer aligned with those of a Sietch and that if he were to bring true change, then he must adopt a life separate from it.

There were twenty total at the moment, but Inzal's unwavering belief in their growth was palpable. He held this conviction in his heart, knowing that he would have to prepare for the inevitable expansion.

"This is it," he began as he led his group into teh deeper parts of the sietch.

"This shall be our new home for some time," he said as he turned to face the young men and women who had abandoned their whole way of life for the promise of a dream.

There was doubt, apprehension, and fear in their eyes, but more than that, there was determination—an iron will.

They would need that iron will, for life would not be easy for them. The enemy they faced outnumbered and out-equipped them by great margins, yet they fought and won, for there was no other way.

"There is a water reserve down there that has been gathering because of the few functioning windtraps, we will need to repair those that are broken and establish a watermaster," he addressed everyone, as his eyes landed on Shishakli.

"You were an apprentice to a watermaster for a few years, weren't you he recalled, and she nodded.

"I was, and he stepped forward and passed onto her all his water rings, a token of just a person's possession, for on Arrakis, water was life, power, and currency.

"Then you shall be our watermaster," he said and turned towards Jamis.

"You shall be the sandmaster in my absence, though none of you shall be leaving on any excursions anytime soon," he said as one of them shouted.

"Why not? I thought that we left the Sietch to kill the Harkonen scum and liberate our planet," a zealous shout interrupted him, and he narrowed his eyes as he spoke up.

"Because I will not have us abandon our lives for nothing!" he roared as everyone perked up.

"Our enemy has millions at his command, has better equipment, and if he bears his full force on us, we would put all the Fremen on this planet in danger, and I shall not have it," he finished.

"We must be careful. We must be aggressive but not enough to cause too much trouble. We must ensure that the scrutiny stays away from our Fremen brethren, gather men, weapons, and resources slowly, carefully until the fateful day arrives when we have our chance," he said as everyone's gaze lingered onto him.

"And then on that day, like a snake hiding in the sand, we pounce and take away our freedom," he added as he raised his hand.

"Snatch it from them, our God Given right!" he finished powerfully as everyone roared before a voice cut in.

"And when will that day come?" spoke Jamis, and he could see everyone waiting for his answer.

"Exactly, I cannot tell you," he answered truthfully and saw the enthusiasm lessen a bit, yet he continued.

"But I can assure you that I believe that our children shall live in an Arrakis much different from the one we grew up in," he added and saw their eyes shine at his words.

"That your children shall be the first to walk over the sand dunes of Arrakis with no fear."

And they believed him and his promise as they looked towards each other smiling, their eyes glinting. Their ambition and belief were palpable in the air as they hung onto his words.