Arrakis's moon shone brightly, casting long shadows on the wavy dunes. Paul Atreides stood next to a rock eroded by the wind, his blue eyes shining brightly as he watched the horizon. The desert, always immense and full of secrets, was the perfect setting for loneliness, but tonight he was not alone.

A few steps away, the young Fremen, with dark hair and a cold look, watched him from the shadows. For her, Paul was an intruder, someone who represented everything he despised from outside, of the noble houses that played with the fate of his planet. He had avoided it for days, but tonight, fate had crossed them in an inevitable encounter.