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As a child you had always known there was something not quite right about you. Your mother was a Bene Gesserit witch, not uncommon but for your small planet it was not normal. Especially the dubious nature of your father's identity. The only things people knew for certain was that your birth was the reason your mother was sent to the planet you now reside on. You however knew much more, more than even your mother understood you knew. Over the years your training in the ways of your mother and her predecessors gave you a fast knowledge of a world beyond the physical.
You stood on the balcony of your home, on the table beside you lay a dish filled with small square oat cubes. The cubes held a high content of Arrakeen spice. The footsteps of your panicked mother came closer and closer until her hands wrapped around your shoulders, turning you to face her. Her shocked eyes made little difference to your constitution.
“What have you done?” She asks, trying to shake you from your journey through the spice.
“You wanted this, mother. You created me just as you wanted.” Your voice echoed in a way that made her spine shiver.
“Get inside, now!” She uses the voice and you feel a pull on your mind but you do not move.
“Y/n you need to clear your mind, the reverend mother is coming.”
You blink at her words and turn your glassy eyes to her.
“Why?” You ask.
“Inside.” Your mother whispers.
You hadn't seen it, not the old woman coming to this small, insignificant planet. The thought knocked you from your spice filled visions and you darted inside the house, into your dark room.
“Why is the reverend mother coming here, mother?” You say again, with more authority in your voice.
Your mother shifts uncomfortably.
“The Emperor, he knows of you and it seems you are to be a wife.”
“I'm fifteen, mother.” You roll your eyes and turn away from her.
“Obviously. The great houses arrange marriages, it has been done for years-”
“Yes, to keep the bloodlines as pure as they can be, where everyone is everyone else's cousin. Why on the stars would they want me mixed into that?” you huff and lay back on your bed.
“She is here, you have ten minutes, get yourself dressed and try to not show how much you have consumed.” Her voice is rushed and nervous. You watch her quickly shuffle out of the room and you blow out your cheeks with a sigh.
Throwing your legs over the side of the bed you begin to stand up but your eyes see something else.
Your room is gone and you stand on a cold floor with an orange sunset outside. People you don't know stand around the room, a blonde woman with regal eyes looking pensivally at the two men that circled each other. A series of blue on blue eyes stared stoically. Their faces so foreign yet familiar to you.
The two men could be no more different to each other. One had alabaster flesh and dark aggressive eyes, his posture ready, waiting for the kill and the other….slim, with dark curled hair. He stands calmly awaiting the upcoming fight. You take a single step forward and the two men turn to you.
“This is where you are.” The pale, bald man spoke to you.
There is a jolt of pain in your stomach and reel backwards finding yourself once more on your bed. There was a knock at your door and a servant stepped inside.
“Your mother asks for you, Milady.” She bowed her head. You quickly smooth down your hair, in hopes of taming its wildness. The servant helps you to wiggle into a pale blue dress before you rush down the hall.
In a room that was seldom used sat the reverend mother in the only chair. Over her face was a black veil, it obscured her face from view but you knew what she looked like. The haggered jaw, wrinkles skin and tired eyes waited to be seen once more. Your mother stood beside the chair, her hands clasped in a downwards prayer at her waist.
“Come, child.” She spoke without the voice yet you found yourself compiling, stepping forward with silent feet.
“Do you know who I am, child?”
“Yes. The reverend mother. The Emperor's Bene Gesserit.” You reply.
“Yes, good. You are to be wed my dear child.” The old woman said.
“To whom?”
“The victor.” She says and the flash of your visions dances in your mind. “There is to be a change in the great houses and you will be the prize. A Duke or a Baron.” Her voice seemed to drift away from you.
“The sand will decide.” You said.
The reverend mother tilted her head, narrowing her eyes on you.
“It is our hope that you will bring peace to the boy that is left.”
It was your turn to tilt your head and you took a few steps forward, bringing you meer inches from the woman. You feel her breathing shift, and it amuses you.
“What makes you think I will do your bidding?” You say, a gasp leaves your mother's lips before she can stop it, “was not you who banished my mother to the cesspit of a planet? Simply because of my birth. How funny is it that you now wish to use ms for your means? What is it you're afraid of?” You bend your body at the waist to see through the veil. The Reverend Mother Gaius Helen Mohiam gulls back the fear that threatens to betray her.
“Fear is the mind killer, Reverend Mother.” You tease.
“Your mother has been teaching you our ways.” It was a statement with a bitter taste, “you were not permitted to do so.” She turned herself to face your mother but you brought your hand up to her chin, causing her eyes to flick back to you.
“Your will has no meaning here, It is by will alone I set my mind in motion.” A smile draws across your lips and the old woman copies.
“You parentage, I see it.” she sneered at you.
“Hasimir Fenring.” She spat the words out. “Marina!”
“I was given no choice, Reverend Mother.” The way your mother cowardly bent herself over in submission made your jaw clench.
“It is written, we have seen it.” Those dark eyes stared out at you from behind the veil. You thought for a moment, your mind searching the visions you saw so often in your dreams.
“A process cannot be understood by stopping it. The sand will decide.” You said almost to yourself.
You will travel with me, it is time you met the world. Pack your things you have one day.”