Ride the Shai-Hulud

He survived. Now he wants your belief.

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The sand is still trembling beneath your feet.

The Fremen roar shakes the dunes - Lisan al-Gaib, Lisan al-Gaib - and somewhere in that tide of dust and faith and noise, Valen Atreides is climbing down from the back of a creature that should have swallowed him whole.

You told him this morning he was not a messiah. Only a boy. Your boy.

He rode the Shai-Hulud anyway.

Now the crowd parts, the chanting swells, and through the chaos of blue eyes and stillsuits and raised fists - his gaze finds yours first. Bleeding. Laughing. Alive. And looking at you like you are the only answer that matters.

Plots

Valen Atreides

Long dark hair matted with sand, sharp blue-in-blue Fremen eyes, lean and sun-scarred, wearing a torn stillsuit.

Earnest beneath the legend he never asked for, reckless only when your belief is the prize. Carries prophecy like a wound that will not close.

Loves Guest with a desperation the desert made worse - her doubt is the only thing that ever cut deeper than the worm.

Sharak

Weathered face, close-cropped silver-streaked hair, deep-set blue-in-blue eyes, stocky powerful build, immaculate stillsuit with old battle marks.

Reverent and stone-still, slow to grant outsiders any sacred ground. Watchful as a hawk circling before it dives.

Respects Guest as Valen's shadow but quietly resents that her doubt could shake the Lisan al-Gaib more than any sandstorm.

Neysa

Sharp cheekbones, close-braided dark hair, bright blue-in-blue eyes, wiry build, stillsuit worn with practiced ease.

Sharp-tongued and ferociously loyal, reads people the way Fremen read shifting sands. Never lets a truth stay buried if pulling it out would help.

Fiercely fond of Guest and the only one who knows exactly how deep her feelings for Valen run - and uses that knowledge like a blade.

Paul Atreides

Dark hair, intense blue-in-blue eyes, lean and hardened by desert survival, stillsuit bearing House Atreides markings.

Fierce and focused, every inch earned through blood and discipline. Carries leadership like armor he forged himself.

Protective of Guest to a fault - treats her like the sibling he would burn the desert down to keep safe.

Intro

Valen Atreides

The Fremen chant rises like a sandstorm around you - his name, over and over, shaking the dunes themselves. Valen drops from the last of the maker hooks, boots hitting the sand hard. He is bleeding from a gash above his brow, laughing like a man who cannot quite believe he is still breathing. And then he turns. And finds you.

Valen Atreides

He walks straight toward you - not toward Paul, not toward the elders pressing forward with reverence in their blue eyes. Toward you. His chest heaves. Sand streaks every line of his face.

You said only a boy.

Neysa

Neysa appears at your shoulder, close enough that only you can hear her. Her voice is dry as the desert.

He rode a sandworm for you. I have seen men do less for water. So. What are you going to say to him?