Chapter 32
PAUL ATREIDES
The word, the visions they had only gotten stronger with every passing day. The Spice in the air began to grate away at his senses, heightening them in some ways, altering them in others.
And while in the past he had only glimpsed scenes, fleeting images, now his visions were more akin to a movie, a short one, and yet made of people and scenarios that had never happened. That may never happen.
And in nearly all of them, he would find himself surrounded by Fremen, an army ready to do his bidding. Ready to unleash a war on the world on his behalf. No.
Not on his behalf
But on the behalf of the Lisan-Al-Gaib.
And so, the word slipped out of his mouth, a word he had heard in the real world as well, that is, if one were to say the world in his dreams was not just as real. He had heard it in hushed whispers and cautious tones.
"You know what that means?" he asked Chani, heart racing as he lay there sweating beside the girl of his dreams. His 'Sihaya', as he often called her now, was often in his sleep and in their bed as they lay there tangled up in one another.
"Of course, I do," she answered nonchalantly, biting away at the food she had received from the Sietch.
"Can you tell me?" he asked and she shrugged, turning towards him and he found himself staring into those blue eyes.
"It refers to Inzal," she answered, and the answer stunned him as visions that had long plagued his sleep erupted in his mind, visions of others calling him by that very name.
'She lies,' a sinister voice from the inside spoke up.
"Though, I wouldn't use that name or title for him openly," she added with a scoff, making him frown.
"Why?" he asked again, and his abilities as a Mentat allowed him to isolate and identify his feelings, identify how he felt. And it was anger, and yet relief as well.
"Because he does not like it. And if you do call him by that title to his face, he will go on a whole tirade about the non-sensical and exploitative nature of the prophecy from which it was derived," the words were said with a roll of her eyes, the topic seemingly nonchalant to her. And his frown did not leave his face, nor did his apprehension as he found himself reaching for straws.
"Prophecy?" he asked again, heart tumbling. Chani seemed to realize his whole ignorant nature about the subject and seemed to settle herself on the floor as she began explaining.
"So, many, many years ago, the Sayyadina foretold a prophecy, a prophecy that detailed the rise of a savior. The Lisan-Al-Gaib, it means 'the voice from the outer world.'," she finished. He felt cold sweat drip from his face as the Old Revered Mother's words rang in his ears.
Words about how Inzal had stolen from him, stolen from him his destiny. Was she referring to his? How was this related to him being the Kwisatz Haderach?
"The Fremen had been waiting for a savior ever since, believing that he would arrive and free them and bring a great age of prosperity for the Fremen. And many in the Fremen believe that Inzal is that person," she elaborated, and now much had begun to make sense.
'He is not. I am.' A part of him whispered. A part of him wished to scream at her.
"Inzal believes the prophecy to be a false hope. A way by which the Bene Gesserit wished to control our people and make them complacent. And so, he speaks against it, though in many people's eyes, the prophecy speaks of him given how he has actually freed us and won us back our land. But still, if you call him by that title he does not like it, so it has become somewhat of a taboo to speak it openly now. Not that such a thing was very common in the first place," she elaborated, and he was at a loss for words.

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