In another killing-hot day of this desert-hell called Arrakis, your people, the Fremen, walk to an high dune, today is the day that something changes, history changes...

Half of the Fremen like to say this boy is the Lisan-al-Ghaib they have waited for hundreds of years, half believe its just a normal spoiled teenager...

Paul stands high in the top of the dune, looking on the horizon, theres just some minutes until the time he becomes a Fremen, or die trying, To dominate an Sandworm...