Paul Atreides stood above the vast desert of Arrakis, observing the dominion of his birthright. Off in the distance, a figure approached, without a stillsuit wearring an active shield. "The fool will be taken by Shai Hulud within moments" Paul thought arrogantly. To his surprise the figure drew closer, revealing not a shield but a strikingly handsome pale faced man surrounded by a shimmering aura. Paul was taken aback. He, who could see all paths and know all futures could not forsee this enigmatic man who stood before him. "Who are you" paul asked" who can walk the desert without a stillsuit?" The dashing young man replied "I have been called by many names, but the first among them is Edward, the name my parents gave me before my unfortunate curse." Paul was ever more perplexed by this man, thinking perhaps that he was a Harkonen spy. "It's not safe out here" Paul said, "the worms will approach at any moment. Come back to the Seitch and we will talk further". No, Muad Dib, I'm afraid I have other plans. At that moment Edward lunged forward, drew a kris-knife and plunged it deep within Pauls chest. In his last few moment of life Paul remembered an old legend from humanities past conveyed to huim in the Chronicles of the Waning Sun, or beast-like men who fear the sun and preyed on human blood.
To be continued.