Okay, first story on this site, first story in this genre, first story with and OC, so cut me a little slack here people. I really love this fic, it's my baby, and I'm trying to spread the awareness of the amazingness that is Dune. All the spellings are in accordance with the glossary at the back of my book, so don't sue me, and I don't own Dune, or make any profit from this fic, so doubly don't sue me.

I have had many names, by many peoples throughout the long ages of the galaxy, but you may call me…Chailyn'ah.

The body that I live in is currently about sixteen years old, the mind within it is nearer to 5000. I am not pre-born, that is an important thing to note, I am simply always there. I wear a body for perhaps fifty years, the body withers and dies and I go on to another, always awake, never sleeping, and never forgetting, except for once…

I opened my eyes to find myself face down in the sand. The sun was at its peak in the sky and the air shimmered in the heat. My skin was sticky, dripping with sweat under my clothes. My plain, cotton clothes. It was then it hit me, I was standing in the middle of the desert at the peak of the day, miles from any civilization with no stillsuit, no water and no means of communication. I desperately wondered how long I'd been out here, how much precious water had I lost to the sun since I'd left….

Where?

Urgently I searched my mind for anything, but it turned out nothing but a blank. I remembered stillsuits, worms, thumpers and sietches, but there were no people, no faces, and certainly no events leading up to my present predicament.

I started to panic, the fear gripping my blank mind in a vice crushing me, driving me to my knees as the world flooded black around me. Then a voice came, it floated around me like a mothers cooling hand during a fever, calming me.

"Do not fear, fear is the mind killer, fear is…" but the words were drowned out by the roaring of my blood in my ears as I once again slumped forward into blankness, and almost certain death.

When I awoke again, I was first flooded by a feeling of surprise that I was alive, then by confusion at my new surroundings. I was lying on the floor of a cave, far inside the cave in fact, for I could barely make out the chink of light that I presumed to be the entrance. I was also now clothed in a stillsuit; I felt the familiar weight of it clinging to my body oddly comfortingly. Especially odd in fact as I couldn't remember ever wearing one before.

My throat burned like the desert sands, and possibly dryer too, at least it felt it. I tried to raise my hand to unfasten a drinking tube off the suit, but was too weak to move.

Odd, my head felt fine, a slight ach perhaps, but that was only to be expected in the midday sun, and a little light from dehydration, but not at all fuzzy or weak. My body however was barely responding to anything, it took all my effort to raise my head and look around the cave to try and find whoever it was had rescued me.

The burning in my throat increased and I concentrated all my efforts into raising my hand, I'd moved it perhaps four inches before it was caught and laid back down by my side.

"Hush, don't stress yourself, you have a great deal to recover from, when you are stronger, I'll take you back to Arakeen to be examined by the doctors."

The drinking tube was pressed to my lips and I sucked on it like a child sucks on the spice sweet. My vision began to swim, but I caught it and focused on the face hovering above mine.

The face was oval, with dark curled hair, a strong brow and jaw. The eyes were the spice induced blue on blue, and framed by thick lashes, the face had an expression on it that I couldn't describe, there was something about the amused crinkle at the corner of his eyes, yet the serious set of his mouth that gave off the impression that he was at once youthful, and infinitely old.

It was strangely comforting and familiar.

"Who are you?" my voice came out as a dry, cracked croak, so dry in fact that it scraped my throat and caused me to cough violently. I felt strong arms move around me to hold me still, and more water was pressed once again to my lips, the cool liquid cutting a path through my mouth, down my throat and into my stomach.

As I began to lose my grip on consciousness, images began to flicker before my eyes, images of things that I somehow knew had passed, some that were present, and others that had not happened yet, and may never come to pass.

A hidden sietch, old abandoned, the sands blowing through it and the wind howling through the doors.

A great bowl full of sandtrout, a man crouched over it who suddenly turned his head to look at me, anger in his eyes.

A boy running impossibly fast and sure over the sands.

A girl walking in a lush garden room, pacing back and forth, a serving child came to her to ask her about where her brother was and would he be back for dinner, tears pricked the corner of the girl's eyes as she looked away.

A huge crack in the desert, filling up and overflowing with water.

The boy who had saved me, laughing as water poured down from the sky, it clung in little jewels to his eyelashes as she laughed and looked at me.

"My name is Leto." Did the vision boy say it or the real one standing next to me? Did it even matter? I finally lapsed backwards, once again surrendering to the blackness that came forward to swallow me.

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