Into Madness
Alia looked around the room, at her mother, her niece, the dead guards scattered about the floor. She looked lastly, and for the longest, at Leto II, her nephew. He was supposed to have died, everyone had said that he had died. Now he was back, on this day when Ghanima was supposed to marry Farad'N. What was he doing?
Rage bubbled inside her, for a moment she felt her hands fly to her head, grabbing it, squeezing it tightly, pulling at a few locks of hair. Leto looked so much like Paul, so much like him, Muad'Dib reborn. She breathed heavily, taking long, slow, deep breaths. This was not what was supposed to happen. This was not the plan of things at all! Falling to the floor, tears brimmed her eyes as she watched Leto walk towards her.
Abomination.
The word trickled into her consciousness, flowed through her mind. Is that what she had become? Was she really what she most feared? Shaking her head violently, she tried to rid herself of the word.
The curse of all pre-born.
Now her own phrase cut through her mind, and she froze. Yes, this was s curse. She could give up everything now and go through the trials, but she knew full well that she would never survive them.
Rising, anger fueling her movement, she rushed Leto with her dagger. He dodged, and the next few moments were in a blaze. When the smoke cleared, however, she found herself lying on the floor, unable to move her limbs. Tears went down her face, and she did not feel them. Leto stood over her.
She knew that this was meant to happen. Meant to happen for all of Dune. To save it from what it was becoming. The spice flow could not be interrupted, or else.
The spice flow! In doing what she did she had become her enemy, that traitorous witch from the house of Corrino! No! What would they think if they knew that these thoughts were going through her mind? Irulan, Ghanima, Leto, Duncan.
But Duncan was already dead, and soon she would join him. She knew she would. Wherever he was, she would find him when she left this world.
Alia looked around the room, at her mother, her niece, the dead guards scattered about the floor. She looked lastly, and for the longest, at Leto II, her nephew. He was supposed to have died, everyone had said that he had died. Now he was back, on this day when Ghanima was supposed to marry Farad'N. What was he doing?
Rage bubbled inside her, for a moment she felt her hands fly to her head, grabbing it, squeezing it tightly, pulling at a few locks of hair. Leto looked so much like Paul, so much like him, Muad'Dib reborn. She breathed heavily, taking long, slow, deep breaths. This was not what was supposed to happen. This was not the plan of things at all! Falling to the floor, tears brimmed her eyes as she watched Leto walk towards her.
Abomination.
The word trickled into her consciousness, flowed through her mind. Is that what she had become? Was she really what she most feared? Shaking her head violently, she tried to rid herself of the word.
The curse of all pre-born.
Now her own phrase cut through her mind, and she froze. Yes, this was s curse. She could give up everything now and go through the trials, but she knew full well that she would never survive them.
Rising, anger fueling her movement, she rushed Leto with her dagger. He dodged, and the next few moments were in a blaze. When the smoke cleared, however, she found herself lying on the floor, unable to move her limbs. Tears went down her face, and she did not feel them. Leto stood over her.
She knew that this was meant to happen. Meant to happen for all of Dune. To save it from what it was becoming. The spice flow could not be interrupted, or else.
The spice flow! In doing what she did she had become her enemy, that traitorous witch from the house of Corrino! No! What would they think if they knew that these thoughts were going through her mind? Irulan, Ghanima, Leto, Duncan.
But Duncan was already dead, and soon she would join him. She knew she would. Wherever he was, she would find him when she left this world.
